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
Never 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
compositores: Chase Knobbe,Matt Ebert,Kurt Walcher,Barry Johnson
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