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Get-Well-Cards - Conor Oberst

A peacock people left the plumes in a pile

They look good to fold

And the Gulf water's warm like a bathtub

Full of lavender and epsom salt

See a bleach blond boy put his longboard down

Help his girl get her sunscreen on

I thought about you in your little house

Think you're lonely but I could be wrong and

I wanna be a bootlegger

Wanna mix you up something strange

Braid your hair like a sister

Maim you like a hurricane

Right there that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver but I can't stay mad oh

Right there that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver

He's gonna do it by hand he's onna do it by hand

Now they drive the cars up and down the beach

It's ridiculous and everybody knows

Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way stop

You get ghosted when the light says go

But in a town like this in the chequered flag dawn

It's so empty you could make somebody dream

So maybe it's you in your four-post bed

Found asleep with still blood in your teeth and

I wanna be your happiness

I wanna be your common sense pain

Wrap your head in a picket fence

Rebuild after the hurricane

Right there that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got my letters to deliver but I'm still not mad oh

Right there that's the postman sleeping in the sand

He's got a get-well-card to deliver

He's gonna do it by hand

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it by hand

Oh right there that's the postman

Sleeping in the sand

He's got a letter to deliver

But I can't stay mad oh

Right there that's the postman asleep in the sand

He's got a head stack now to deliver

He wants to do it by hand

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it

He's gonna do it he's gonna do it by hand