Postcards from the End Songtext
von Randall Shreve

I know you don′t, but I do
Just tell me how I hurt you, darling
'Cause now you say you′re leaving
And after all that we've been through

You got me shot down in Texas
You got me banned from New Orleans
And I got you stoned in New York City
You broke my heart lying right next to me


He can't love you the way that I do
A boy like him wouldn′t know where to start
(Told you)
No, I don′t need, I don't need the details
Suffice to say you broke my heart

And don′t pretend it was me you were thinking of
Every time we were making love

You got me shot down in Texas
You got me banned from New Orleans
And I got you stoned in New York City
You broke my heart lying right next to me

You got me shot down in Texas
You got me banned from New Orleans
And I got you stoned in New York City
You broke my heart lying right next to me