Anthony Houhoulis - P.S. Goodbye Lyrics

(I don't, I don't)
I don't know who you are
Ever since you left you're different
Packed up in that little black car
Skipped town like you had a vision
How's New York now
(How's New York now)
(How's New York now)
All your new friends seem high brow
(Friends seem high brow)
(Friends seem high brow)
I heard you're all about that Shakespeare now
I saw you took that Die Hard poster down
Off your wall
We used to get off the wall
Remember that big brawl in Southie senior year
We held it down
You held it down
You had no (had no)
Intentions to move west
Now you're with your new boys on the Express
You were one who'd follow
So looking at it all now shit it makes sense
Drop top in the sunlight
You ain't telling anyone you're from the Eastside
But shit you got a real lie
How far you wanna push it for the limelight
Those nights gone by, we used to get electrified (used to get electrified)
Now you act polite, but how you feeling on the inside (how you feeling on the inside)
Ever since you left, got signed, dropped top on the Westside (got signed)
It's been P.S. goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye (yeah)
Now all the movers and shakers out on the Westside
You were always selfish like it's all mine
Left behind your old friends, but it's alright
Pretty soon you'll forget where you came from
Pretty soon you'll be saying that you made it
Pretty soon you'll be wandering into cop cars
With a drug problem
And when it all comes down
You'll be crawling back to town
When it all fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
When it all falls down
When it all fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
You can remember when you were
Fall (fall)
Fall (fall)
Fall
Drop top in the sunlight
You ain't telling anyone you're from the Eastside
But shit you got a real lie
How far you wanna push it for the limelight
Those nights gone by, we used to get electrified (used to get electrified)
Now you act polite, but how you feeling on the inside (how you feeling on the inside)
Ever since you left, got signed, dropped top on the Westside (got signed)
It's been P.S. goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye (yeah)
(P.S. goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye)
(P.S. goodbye, it's goodbye, it's goodbye)