PS I Love You - Leftovers lyrics

Send another postcard to my address Tell me where you've been and where you're going next (whoa, whoa, whoa) Don't leave out the details, cover some ground Tell me what you're up to when I'm not around (whoa, whoa, whoa) Talk about the weather, talk about love Talk about whatever you've been thinking of (whoa, whoa, whoa) I've got your number and I know that you've got mine Ten digits scrawled upon your skin And if you call I will be waiting on the line Ready to come over I'll be leftover Ready to come over I'll be leftover Fumbling for quarters, nickels, and dimes Trying not to make change at the best of times (whoa, whoa, whoa) Swearing off the work week, 9-to-5ers Livin' like a black cat born with extra lives (whoa, whoa, whoa) Though it might not work according to plan Nothings' gonna stop us because nothing can (whoa, whoa, whoa) I've got your number and I know that you've got mine Ten digits scrawled upon your skin And if you call I will be waiting on the line Ready to come over I'll be leftover Ready to come over I'll be leftover Baby don't stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark If you know your own heart I believe you will start Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don't stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark If you know your own heart I believe you will start Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don't stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark If you know your own heart I believe you will start Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don't stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark If you know your own heart I believe you will start Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up