Christmas Card

Hey, still staring, little girl
Are you looking at or past me?
Worry, simple symptoms won't leave you
This underweight or red in the eyesNo more rules, the ones we make don't last the night
So pick up the pieces
Start again, start over Tuesday morning
Conscience cleanThis card, postmarked December 23
The caption reads 'How does he do it?'
Ms., too bad, he treats me like I'm dead
Nothing works to make this easyNo more lies, the ones we live will work just fine
So pick up the pieces
Start again, start over Tuesday morning
Conscience clean, alone
I hope you figure out what it is you want