Christmas Card
Kurt Walcher, Chase Knobbe, Matt Ebert, Barry Johnson (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
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
Disappear into the clouds
I don't know what you tried to tell me
You know I think about it still