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