Christmas Card

Looking at your face in the dark

You don't even look that smart

Could never make it past that part

And now I guess we never will

Looking for the keys to the truck

Your body's saying isn't that enough?

Your brain is going I don't give a fuck

You treat it like a game of skill

But it's more like a work of art

Or money in a Christmas card

You think about it way too hard

I'm gonna stay with you until

You disappear into the crowd

I don't know what you tried to tell me

You know I think about it still

Looking at your face in the dark

You don't even look that smart

I don't know what you tried to tell me

You disappear into the crowd

I don't know what you tried to tell me

You know I think about it still