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
Looking For The Keys To The Truck
Your Body’s Saying Isn’t That Enough?
Your Brain Is Going I Don’t Give A Fuck
You Treat It Like A Game Of Skill

But It’s More Like A Work Of Art
Or Money In 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
You Know I Think About It Still