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Christmas, I'm Gonna Try
02:50
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I ain't been sleeping for a month or so
Just so you know
Since the night we watched the states turn red
It really fucked with my head
A few weeks later, giving thanks for our shit
But I'm not feeling it
Stayed silent at the table side
Got a little numb on the wine
So this Christmas, I'm gonna try
To find some comfort in the glow of all those colored lights
That my mother always hated
But you never seemed to mind
The cold is coming, the air is starting to sting
I watch the news on the screen
I'm retreating even further away
Can't find the right words to say
I know you're hurting, searching, needing my love
But I just can't muster it up
So I'm brushing you aside at night
Trust me, I know it's not right
So this Christmas, I'm gonna try
To find some comfort in the city getting dusted in white
Got a little time off working
To spend with the love of my life
Let's close the book on this year
Hope the next four don't draw a map of my fears
Put my phone away once in a while
Stay present enough, fight the fight, force a smile
Let's close the book on 2016
I'll try to do better, never let it get the edge on me
Take the high road into town when I go
Love the one I'm with and make sure that she knows
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I'm sitting at this upright piano
In the corner of my living room
In the house where I grew up
Time has made each black out of tune and slightly flat
Put miles on my throat, so I'm straining through each song I try to sing
I can hear everyone singing with me
I'm watching ghosts walking through the hallway
From a dozen or so years ago
But it seems like yesterday
Time has made each voice out of tune and slightly warped
Put miles in between us, so I'm shouting out each word I try to speak
This room's really speaking to me
And I can still feel the basement shaking
A Marshall stack is feeding back, plastic cups spilled on the floor
And I can still hear the kitchen conversations
We're college bound, counting down, blowing smoke right out the door
I'm standing tall at the top of the stairs
Friends in sepia tone
Getting old before my eyes
Time has pushed our hands out of touch, too far to grab
Built a wall up around the past, so I'm defending every choice I had to make
Just what path do you want me to take?
I'm laying down now, old iron bed frame
Where I used to fall apart
Lost all that sleep over you
Time has pushed those nights out of mind and out of sight
Built a clock up in my head, it's counting backwards in my dreams
Someday time's gonna run out on me
And I can still feel the basement shaking
A Marshall stack is feeding back, plastic cups spilled on the floor
And I can still hear the kitchen conversations
We're college bound, counting down, blowing smoke right out the door
Won't you shut the goddamn door?
You're letting all the cold air in
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Matt Talmage New York, New York
occasional songwriter from nyc.
used to have a band called man in a crowd.
mostly just play for my cats now.
@MattTalmage
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