Postcards (c.t.- 1998)

Stealing time is just a figment of you imagination.

'cause time is the only thing that we can't get more of

Love is like the sale on the corner

Just another dirty whore that we pay for with our

Dignity

It gets up, smiles, says,"thank you for a good time"

And leaves you there

With nothing but a stain on the sheets

And on your soul

Holding out for a fantasy

Some sort of master plan

Do me a favor when you find it

Send me a postcard from Neverland

Damsels ought not to create their own distress

For the sake of a more dramatic ending

Because no one lives happily ever after

A customary cross makes the journey worth the destination

Holding out for a fantasy

Some sort of master plan

Do me a favor when you find it

Send me a postcard from Neverland

You live your life coloring inside the lines

Afraid to take a chance, create your own picture

So hang your predetermined life on your refrigerator

To look at every day and think about what might have been