Zebrahead - Postcards From Hell lyrics

I didn't see the signs posted on the road
Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars
And I lose control
Your face still looks bored
One, two, fuck you i won't change for you

Wrong way this time it's going down
You say "I'm immature to hang around"
Okay face-plant to the ground
I won't change for you
I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
(live up to)
Tonight the light is breaking through
(breaking through)
So thank you very little and
Send me postcards from hell

This relationship is over as
We scrape the ledge
And you call me a loser falling over the edge
Like you're cutting all your losses
Like a bet you can hedge one two, fuck you
I won't change for you a black eye
And my heart is ripped out of my chest
Crucified
For not passing any of your stupid tests
Goodbye right now I could care less
I won't change for you
I won't change for you

Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
(live up to)
Tonight the light is breaking through
(breaking through)
So thank you very little and
Send me postcards from hell

Yeah, we've come a long way
Don't look down your heart is rotten
Your heart is rotten
Too bad it was the wrong way
Won't be long now 'Till we hit the rock
Bottom

Tonight I wash my hands of you
(my hands of you)
You set the bar I could not live up to
(live up to)
Tonight the light is breaking through
(breaking through)
So thank you very little and
Send me postcards from hell
Tonight I wash my hands of you
You set the bar I could not live up to
(live up to)
Tonight the light is breaking through
(breaking through)
So thank you very little and
Send me postcards from hell from hell
Send me postcards from hell