Christmas Card - Joyce Manor

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

Found the keys to the truck

Saying "isn't that enough "

Is going "I don't give a f**k"

You treat it like you gained a skill

But it's more like a work of art

Or better yet 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

And now I think about it still