Hello from Montreal

This morning I sent a postcard to the left side of the world
It said, "I'm thinking about you," and, "I hope you're well"
It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love
With someone other than my best friend, the one I love
I've been gone a long time looking for the right sign
Something that could validate this mess I've made
Spilled my guts out, threw my heart up
And all I've got to show is a postcard
I put pressure on empty gestures to fill the void
With purpose and pleasures, to pull it together, but I just can't keep up
I put pressure on empty gestures to fill the void
With purpose and pleasures, to pull it together, but I just can't keep up
Somewhere across town there's a boy
Having his first drink with the guys
I wonder if he's nervous what I'll
Think now that he's not like me
But then again I'm not like me
I'm someone else, I'm "in between"
But then again I'm not like me
I'm someone else, I'm "in between"
It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love with
It's crazy to think I thought I could fall in love with someone new
Elsewhere I'm stumbling down an alley, alone
I'm tired, so tired, I just want to come home