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 fuck"
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
Writer(s): Kurt Glen Walcher, Matthew Thomas Ebert, Chase A Knobbe, Barry Joseph Johnson
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