Pictures and postcards
All the pictures and the postcards
of the way things should’ve been
All the memories I should've had
The things I should've seen
But I just sit here crying
and feeling sorry for myself
I’m so tired of crying
I wish I was someone else
They all send their condolences
to make things seem ok
But I don't really give a damn
it’s the same story, different day
And if you ever meet Jesus
won’t you tell him I say hi
According to the rumour
he’s a pretty decent guy
But it’s easy to be
a hardass, don't you see?
And pretend that the little things don't count
But let me tell you something
and this something ain’t for nothing
It’s the little things
that life is all about
Oh, the little things that life is all about
