I’ll shine up the old brown shoes, put on a brand new shirt.
I’ll get home early from work if you say that you love me.
Take my photo off the wall if it just won’t sing for you.
Everyday we wake up
We choose love, we choose light
And we try, it’s too easy just to fall apart.
I grabbed some frozen strawberries so I could ice your bruisy knees
But frozen things they all unfreeze and now I taste like
All those frozen strawberries I used to chill your bruisy knees.
Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well but you make this hard on me.
I’m not gonna write you a love song.
I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they’re perfectly aligned.
-The Postal Service