40 Hours Ago

By the time you get the postcard

I'll say I didn't mean the things I said

The time you wanna touch me

I'll say I didn't really read the books I said I read

Go ahead, ring the doorbell, I'll answer the door

But what do you wanna talk to me for

40 hours ago I was feelin' one way

Now I'm feelin' another

Is there supposed to be one thing to latch onto?

I'm feelin' echo and blue silhouettes upon my shoe

Of the person I once really knew

I knew better than I really do

Better when I am not with you