Postcard

	  		

C				       Em 
I think it's time that I got off the kitchen floor 
C				Em 
But is there really any point at all? 
C				Em 
Waking up this morning felt the same 
C				Em 
I better sleep while life is so mundane 

Am 	G 	F	Em 


C					    Em 
It could have been yesterday that I locked the door 
C					   Em 
I blocked the windows up so I can't be sure 
Am					G 
Now I haven't even got the will to Wii 
F			 
I'm lame and self-obsessed 
Em 
That I will concede 

C	Em 
C	Em 
Am	G 
F	Em 

C				Em 
I'd like to light a cigarette but I cannot 
C				Em 
The light is dead and the gas has been cut off 

Am	G	F	Em 

C					Em 
I'm the one you always seem to read about 
C					Em 
The fire inside my eyes has long gone out 
Am					G 
There's nothing left for me to say or do 
F				Em 
'Cause all that matters disappeared when I lost you