Leftovers (Featuring Diamond Rings) - PS I Love You

Send another postcard to my address

Tell me where you’ve been and where you’re going next

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

Don’t leave out the details, cover some ground

Tell me what you’re up to when I’m not around

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

Talk about the weather, talk about love

Talk about whatever you’ve been thinking of

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

I’ve got your number and I know that you’ve got mine

Ten digits scrawled upon your skin

And if you call I will be waiting on the line

Ready to come over

I’ll be leftover

Ready to come over

I’ll be leftover

Fumbling for quarters, nickels, and dimes

Trying not to make change at the best of times

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

Swearing off the work week, 9-to-5ers

Livin' like a black cat born with extra lives

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

Though it might not work according to plan

Nothings' gonna stop us because nothing can

(whoa, whoa, whoa)

I’ve got your number and I know that you’ve got mine

Ten digits scrawled upon your skin

And if you call I will be waiting on the line

Ready to come over

I’ll be leftover

Ready to come over

I’ll be leftover

Baby don’t stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark

If you know your own heart

I believe you will start

Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don’t stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark

If you know your own heart

I believe you will start

Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don’t stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark

If you know your own heart

I believe you will start

Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up Baby don’t stop, never ever give up Even in the pitch dark

If you know your own heart

I believe you will start

Lighting it up, lighting it up, lighting it up