This morning I sent a postcard to the left side of the world It said, "I'm thinking about you," and, "I hope you're well" It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love With someone other than my best friend, the one I love I've been gone a long time looking for the right sign Something that could validate this mess I've made Spilled my guts out, threw my heart up And all I've got to show is a postcard I put pressure on empty gestures to fill the void With purpose and pleasures, to pull it together, but I just can't keep up I put pressure on empty gestures to fill the void With purpose and pleasures, to pull it together, but I just can't keep up Somewhere across town there's a boy Having his first drink with the guys I wonder if he's nervous what I'll Think now that he's not like me But then again I'm not like me I'm someone else, I'm "in between" But then again I'm not like me I'm someone else, I'm "in between" It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love with It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love with someone new Elsewhere I'm stumbling down an alley, alone I'm tired, so tired, I just want to come home