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 ba** 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