My blanket sends you a postcard saying,
"It's not the same without you here."
My pillow would like you to know
That a piece of it dies whenever you go
And you are the man for me
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
As I was walking down the street today
I said "Hello" to everything I saw
When they asked how I was I would say
"I'm good, I'm great, I'm really really great."
It's late November and the weather could not have been
Any better than the weather was today.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving and tomorrow will be Christmas
If I had a pen and paper I'd write to you everyday
After December it's hard to remember how good life's always feeling
But then it will be spring
If I had a doppelganger I would send her out to see you
But now you're in L.A., that city rubs me the wrong way
My curtains miss the sound of your voice
My sheets are expecting a souvenir
The rug on my floor is slightly resentful
But all is forgiven whenever you're near
And you are the man for me
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
As I was walking down the street today
I said "Hello" to everything I saw
When they asked how I was I would say
"I'm good, I'm great, I'm really really great."
At the end of April I'll be 24
And soon after that I will be 25
If it still feels like forever since the last time that I saw you
When I turn 26 I will do something about it
I would write you an epic album
If I could do more than just sing and play bass
And if I could do more than just walk and run
I would drive to you and sing it to your face
When I ask your opinion you would say
"It's good, it's great, it's really really great."
Then I'd say
And you are the man for me
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
My blanket sends you a postcard saying,
"It's not the same without you here."
My pillow would like you to know
That a piece of it dies whenever you go