Postcards - With the Punches

I’m seeing through

The wool over my eyes

Sickened by the view

And how you’re so desensitized

Did your best to pretend

That this was all you needed

Right up until the end

I never asked for anything but your honesty

Too many postcards

Only decorate your walls

I could have left them blank

Cause I doubt you read them anyway

I really wasn’t that naive

I just wanted to believe

That something was different here

Is this what you call

Letting me down easy

I think I’d rather fall on my face

If it wasn’t bad enough

The lies and frustrated nights

Now you want to know if we’ll still be friends

And by the time

My foot cleared your doorstep to leave

You were making plans

To drink away the idea of me

I never asked for anything but your honesty

I never asked for anything