I let the postcards pile up with no intent
Of sending them off to your doorstep
I count the dollars wasted on the paper places
But all the stately shapes remind me where I've been
With no more window panes stealing heat from me
Because I'm on my way
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again
Because I'm going to California
Here it's hard to get a drink
I'll shut my mouth
The silence is most comforting
I guess it's good to not ever feel the same here
But I guess you'll never know
The backlit scenery's been painted on the walls
With no more window panes stealing heat from me
Because I'm on my way
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again
Because I'm going to California
Dear me, it's then
And I'm this, I've done what
I had fun, played dumb
But what's changed?
I'm curious what's new
I can't believe - how dare you!
I know I'll hear from you soon
With all you've been keeping from me
Now I'm keeping this from you
No more window panes stealing heat from me
Because I'm on my way
And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again
Because I'm going to California