Snail Mail

I sent him some snail mail

on the pale hail of an afternoon in the west I guess

I should've known the fuse would be blown

when I wrote out my own license to roam

packed up and left home

in a pink and yellow dress.

Days went by alright 

and twisted tight around these veins of mine like twine 

cutting off my smile like a light fading out

each lap around the clock just brought me doubt

and from that fear my nightmares sprout

but I went to bed on time.

I put my hair in braids 

so come day it would stay like the ocean

like potion flowing through that open blue

like those eyes you know I'm talking to you

my mail collecting house shrew

with that heart always in motion.

One day something came

so the same game just went on along that song 

my heart would sing just kept on playing

And when I realized I was staying

I knew my soul was solely praying

'Cuz his return address was wrong.