The Postman

I never said I was perfect, but I’ll say this for myself:
I never cheated on you
And you know that you can’t say the same for yourself
(I'm not the mail man
I’m not some free-loader
I’m not the fling that you had on the elevator
I’m not the fling that you had on the elevator.)
I’m not the mail man
I’m not some free-loader
I’m not the fling that you had on the elevator
I’m not your boyfriend, no
I’m not your man
I’m not the guy that you think I am
And I’ll be long gone
I’ll be miles away, I’ll be miles away from here
And I’ll be long gone, miles away from you
I’ll be miles away, I’ll be miles away
I heard you tell this story different
It went something like this:
You fell and he tripped on our bed
And we know you’ve got poison in those veins, don’t you?
I’m not the mail man
I’m not some free-loader
I’m not the fling that you had on the elevator
I’m not your boyfriend, no
I’m not your man
I’m not the guy that you think I am
And I’ll be long gone
I’ll be miles away, I’ll be miles away from here
And I’ll be long gone, miles away from you
I delivered what I promised
I delivered what I promised
I wasted the last year of my life
I wasted on you
I wasted the last year of my life
I wasted on you
I wasted the last year of my life
I wasted on you
I’m not the mail man
I’m not some free-loader
I’m not the fling that you had on the elevator
I’m not your boyfriend, no
I’m not your man
I’m not the guy that you think I am
And I’ll be long gone
I’ll be miles away, I’ll be miles away from here
And I’ll be long gone, miles away from you
I burned all your things
It didn’t matter how personal they were
I did all that I could to rid me of you
I burned all your things
It didn’t matter how personal they were
I did all that I could to rid me of you
I burned all your things
It didn’t matter how personal they were
I did all that I could to rid me of you
I burned all your things
It didn’t matter how personal they were
I did all that I could to rid me of you