Verse:
I know some people mess their lives up more than I do,
But I keep thinkin bout the times that I was with you,
You wanted something more from life than good times and friends,
You said bye bye baby, moved out, that was the end,
Chorus:
I'm goin Postal,
I've had a bad day,
Postal, since you went away,
I'm goin Postal,
I know we're not through,
I gotta get these letters to you...
Verse:
Don't worry I'm not thinkin about getting a gun,
Not goin to my stupid job and shootin someone,
But you still drive me crazy in a different way,
That why I'm writin letters gotta send em today,
Verse:
Don' t know what drives them crazy from just sortin the mail,
Or drivin round walkin round in snow sleet and hail,
Just let em spend a year or two with some one like you,
Make a friend, fall in love, then lose it all too,
© Copyright 1999,2000, Rob Chapman