Postcard

[Skit]
MATT DAMON: Oh, come on! What—why is it always this? I mean
I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that. What if I don't want to?
BEN AFFLECK: No. No, no no no. Fuck you, you don't owe it to yourself
You owe it to me
'Cause tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty
And I'll still be doin' this shit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For you, Dad, who woulda knew that
Your little boy wouldn’t be too bad
Off a few tracks in a genre they thought was a new fad
Now I’m movin' off overseas to pursue that
They wouldn’t have a clue that I was yours
I grew up in South Aucks, you were on the shore
And my hair's jet black, you’re kind of blond
Boys at the park with their dads, they would ask where mine‘s gone
It ain’t right or wrong, it’s just reality
But don’t you ever think I didn’t grow up happily
I can’t remember one time you were mad at me
Even when I left the lights on, killed the battery
Of your old Merk, thinkin' I was in a spaceship
Man, if that was Mum, I woulda got my face hit
My brother taught me that life isn't a slave ship
My other brother taught me I should never take shit
For granted at all, he can’t even hear, man
My brother-in-law, he ain’t even here, man
Taken too soon so I’m glad you’re around
Still a king in my eyes, you don’t have to wear a crown
You could build things I could never get my head around
Not so good with my hands, I can only tear it down
And I hate to see the world tryna ware you down
Bro, I swear I'll never let you down

[Chorus]
So write your name here and your
Address too then when I
Send this postcard, keep it
Close to you, promise you
That I'll make it, swear I
Ain't no fool and there ain't a thing
I won't do, if I gotta go through
Hell, I'll take it, 'cause I'm gon' make it
For you, for you and you and you and you

[Skit]
BEN AFFLECK: It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in twenty years
Hangin' around here is a fuckin' waste of your time

[Verse 2]
For you, I'd run laps for miles
Just so I could see you crack a smile
And nobody can replace you, they lack the style
Really am my mother's son but ain't half as wild
And I can’t decide who I’d be without you
I been designin' my dreams around you
Since I was five years old, told you I'd buy you the globe
When you would take me to Farmers to buy me clothes
Now I finally know that you really did live for me
And my three siblings, gave everything
And I admire you more than you'd ever think
Ashamed of myself now 'cause I never ring
Much as I should, caught up with my own bullshit
Gotta love the way my mum tellin' no bullshit
Straight up lady raised a straight up baby
And the only place we goin' now's straight up, baby

[Chorus]
So write your name here and your
Address too then when I
Send this postcard, keep it
Close to you, promise you
That I'll make it, swear I
Ain't no fool and there ain't a thing
I won't do, if I gotta go through
Hell, I'll take it, 'cause I'm gon' make it
For you, for you and you and you and you
For you and you and you and you

[Skit]
MATT DAMON: You don't know that
BEN AFFLECK: I don't?
MATT DAMON: No. You don't know that
BEN AFFLECK: Oh, I don't know that
Let me tell you what I do know
Every day I come by your house and I pick you up
And we go out, we have a few drinks and a few laughs
And it's great
But you know what the best part of my day is?
For about ten seconds
From when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door
'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door
And you won't be there
No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin'
You just left