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