100 Shopping Days ’Til Christmas

I was lying in bed with her thinking about you
With fingers crossed but I really doubt you
Were thinking of us when we were lovers
But I dug deep that's when I discovered

We sparked up quick and extinguished soon
I promised you the moon
Start up in May, end in June
I promised you the moon

Float up like helium balloons
I promised you the moon
White whales and silver harpoons
I promised you the moon

You're like that baby they found walled up
A twisted grill and fists all balled up
100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list

I can't divide time by divided
Lines on highways
And I can't divide time by just getting
High on Fridays

And you can't divide days and just wait while
I change my ways
And you can't divide years by your tears and
Turning sideways

I'm the type to call but never send gifts
An endless sentimental spendthrift
100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list

And I'm away so much and I'm sorry
I feel so alone
Stomping Tom without the stories
And I'm missing home

Light shows, tight bros and no sleeping
I could use some rest
But folly's melancholy
And that state is the best

I was lying in bed with you thinking about her
And trying to sleep off god awful powders
And pills and swills and anything offered
With empty souls and more empty coffers

Does anyone know what the fuck we're chasing?
And what we remember's what we're erasing
And eighteen pages of rants and rages
And happy songs for sad teenagers

A ghostly Halloween's what we're facing
On October nights
Four track cassettes and cigarettes
Entranced by blinking lights

Kip Kinkel, torn and ripped wrinkles
Somewhere in between
Bull's slain, the crowd still remains
What a gory scene

These songs, I hope that they find you
And fall on deaf ears
Don't be sure, don't be so shy
Why are you a'feared?

Buck up, it's tough luck for us
We're on our own now
Fall's calling, leaves are a-falling
Start the countdown

I'm in some weird bar
Drinking weird drinks
My clothes are rank
And even my beard stinks

100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list

We sparked up quick and extinguished soon
I promised you the moon
Start up in May, end in June
I promised you the moon

Float up like helium balloons
I promised you the moon
White whales and silver harpoons
I promised you the moon