[Intro] (soft synth swell) (glassy electric piano motif) (low warm pad) (distant wind ambience) [Verse 1] The mouth of the mailbox Keeps holding your name again No forwarding address Just letting seasons pass Like this, your kind of wind Finds its way back into me You ran off somewhere Still drifting back in here [Chorus] Like some kind of prank Mail from my ex still shows up at my door Even the postman don’t know The map we used before If I just wrote “unknown” Maybe I’d feel a little lighter But every time I open that box You keep going on [Post-Chorus] Still your name… Still your name… [Verse 2] Buried in magazines Order slips and advertisements Do they have to remind me Of all the things you used to choose? The future that you picked Back then, I couldn’t agree You won’t even clean this up And I’m still worrying, stupid me [Chorus] Like it’s trying to confuse me Mail from my ex still finds its way here Tracing a name That won’t turn into past tense One change of address And I could clear it all away But it’s my weakness that won’t let go Stacking up in the corner of this room [Bridge] I know, yeah I know I could stop this if I tried But these little pranks in my mailbox I let them slide [Final Chorus] Like some kind of prank Mail from my ex still shows up at my door As long as it keeps coming You must be doing alright somewhere And every time it’s waiting there I softly turn the key One by one, I write goodbye One by one… [Outro] (warm pad fades, soft wind) Still your name… Still your name… Then it’s gone
