post office Songtext
von aol.ghost

Hope the post office stays open
Well past five one of these nights
Sup some beer and play some jazz
Reflect on failed romances

Curses on this rotten nation
I′d scream louder if i could
No one here ever dances
I want a break from feeling good


Hope my body fucking crumbles
Before water swallows all
Sucks that that girl has a boyfriend
I'm always loneliest in fall

I can′t write 'bout cis or hets
Not cryptids or aliens cuz
Their bodies are meant for them
Just like brand new shoes

Strip club by the parking lot
Sup hot chocolate I forgot that
I don't need your brand new shoes
I′ve the post office and Polish blues