By the time you get the postcard I'll say I didn't mean the things I said The time you wanna touch me I'll say I didn't really read the books I said I read Go ahead, ring the doorbell I'll answer the door But what do you wanna talk to me for- ty hours ago, I was feeling one way Now I'm feeling another Is there supposed to be one thing to latch onto? I'm feeling echo and blue silhouettes upon my shoe Of the person I once really knew I knew better Than I really do better when I am not with you