Postcards Video (MV)

I'll be fine like I told him I'll be fine
But I think that he's worried about the alcohol
Which like, I get, he's told me
Not to get too drunk and I haven't gotten too drunk
I'm drunker than usual for sure but like I'll get home fine
It's just like I guess
I guess the weird thing is having people that care about me

We were two kids just f*cking around
We had our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground
I couldn't slow down, I knew straight from the start we were doomed somehow

You've been a very good muse, I must say
From the moment we met 'til the very last day
Who would have thought you'd turn on me so quick and then run away

Sick of the fire, so I ran to the flood
I tried to hold my head up, but to give ain't enough
You didn't want me, so you left and now this is where you're stuck

Is Hell as nice as they make it seem in postcards?
It's not like the girl that I once adored
To turn my love into a graveyard

We were insane albeit alive
You were the only one waiting at the end of the night
We had all of the means, the power to beam like car headlights

Don't give me that look, I know you aren't surprised
You treated me like a dog it was a matter of time
Did you want me to stay and weep at your feet 'til I crossed a line?

Sick of the fire, so I ran to the flood
I tried to hold my head up, but to give ain't enough
You didn't want me, so you left and now this is where you're stuck

Is Hell as nice as they make it seem in postcards?
It's not like the girl that I once adored
To turn my love into a graveyard

If you love me
Come on tell me
If you hate me
Come on show me, show me

Sick of the fire, so I ran to the flood
I tried to hold my head up, but to give ain't enough
You didn't want me, so you left and now this is where you're stuck

Is Hell as nice as they make it seem in postcards?
It's not like the girl that I once adored
To turn my love into a graveyard

Is Hell as nice as they make it seem in postcards?
It's not like the girl that I once adored
To turn my love into a graveyard

Is Hell as nice as they make it seem in postcards?
It's not like the girl that I once adored
To turn my love into a graveyard