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 eyes No more rules, the ones we make don't last the night So pick up the pieces Start again, start over Tuesday morning Conscience clean This 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 easy No 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