POSTBOX Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
In London Town, there's a postbox
And Charlie goes there everyday
But he won't say
What's the matter, little C?
If you told me you know I'd understand
You know I'd help you
I'd help you feel ok
You say this sickness is incurable
But I know that can't be true
If I keep up at this rate
I'll loose half my face
I miss you when you didn't bite your fucking cheek
Now it's bleak
Drown yourself in a creek
Seven days a week, you can't even sleep
You have chores to do
Chores invented by you
It's the worst
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
Open and close it
What's the matter, little C?
If you told me you know I'd understand
You know I'd help you
I'd help you feel ok
You say this sickness is incurable
But I know that can't be true
If I keep up at this rate
I'll loose half my face