Coworkers are giddy
Christmas is gaudy
They ask what my plan is
"To stay in my body"
Isn't what I say
Rather, "I'll just keep things lowkey"
I'm getting weirder
And we're growing older
She can barely walk
With that chip on her shoulder
It gets dark in the sky at four
Like a stain that won't leave
Forgive that I
Am not wide-eyed
But would Jesus want
People sleeping outside
I'm dying to live till the end of the year
I'm dying to put down the cheer
Lately I'm sloppy
But even more sleepy
News is a lullaby
That's increasingly creepy
And our minds work overtime
Completely unpaid
She's drifting farther
We're getting broker
Paint on my smile
Call me the joker
I'll make them laugh
So they forget
They're afraid
Forgive that I
Am not wide-eyed but
Would Jesus want
People sleeping outside
I'm dying to live till the end of the year
I'm dying to put down the cheer
Forgive that I
Am barely awake
But I can't be alone
In needing a break
I'm dying to live till the end of the year
I'm dying to put down the cheer
I'm dying to live till the end of the year
I'm dying to put down the cheer