Alexander Biggs – Postal Address

Alexander Biggs – Postal Address Lyrics

Artist: Alexander Biggs
Song: Postal Address

I stay up late now
Rise with the sun
Head in a vice and
A phone in my arms

I was trying to call you
To say what you want
I was trying to call you
Sick to my stomach

I got your psychic
Postal address and
I sent a postcard
Straight to your head

I hope that you get it
I hope it makes sense
I thought of the ocean
Thought of your legs

I rest my head
You stumble in
Roof’s getting damaged
Hail’s coming

A meteor shower
Rattling tin
I’d say it is soothing
The world could be ending

‘least I imagine
Call me John Lennon
I got a paycheck
Straight to my landlord

House that we wanted
We can’t afford it
Beats where we last were
House made of cardboard

In the city
Busy and bored
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From the album:
Hit or Miss [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021