[Verse 1: Grunge female lead, low and raspy, one clean guitar] Apartment over the laundromat Dryers spinning where the floor is flat Three years gone since you took the van Your mail still comes like it's got a plan Dentist says you're overdue Card from a bank that's in love with you Cousin's wedding, you're plus one I keep it in a box like you're coming home Signed for a package with your name on the tape Set it on the pile like a wreath on a grave [Pre-Chorus: Grunge female lead, the clean guitar getting louder] Three years paying for a man who's not here Three years answering the door for a souvenir [Chorus: Grunge female lead, distortion kick-in, every amp at once, belted raw] This is my forwarding address I'm going forward, you can keep the rest Write it on the card in a crooked hand Send it to the girl you never understand [Verse 2: Grunge female lead, heavier, sludge under the voice] Lady at the counter with a yellow card Says you fill this out, honey, it's not hard Name of the person, where they're going to I wrote mine, not yours, first time I knew Box by the door got a coat of dust Guitar magazines and a wedding crush Funny how your letters kept the lease alive Paid for a ghost every month on five Mailman knows me by the name on your bills Says tell him hi and I say I will [Chorus: Grunge female lead, distortion kick-in, every amp at once, belted raw] This is my forwarding address I'm going forward, you can keep the rest Write it on the card in a crooked hand Send it to the girl you never understand [Bridge: Grunge female lead, the riff grinding slow and heavy] Left the key in the dryer, number three Left the box on the stairs for the landlord to see Every letter with your name gets a brand new home Return to sender, I'm the one who's gone [Verse 3: Grunge female lead, screaming over the full band] Seven hours west in a borrowed car Gas station coffee and a broken guitar Window down and the wind in my mouth First time in three years I'm heading out Somewhere back there the mailman knocks Puts your future in an empty box No one's home and no one cares Your mail can climb those empty stairs [Chorus: Grunge female lead, distortion kick-in, every amp at once, belted raw] This is my forwarding address I'm going forward, you can keep the rest Write it on the card in a crooked hand Send it to the girl you never understand [Outro: Grunge female lead] Going forward [End]
