Christmas Party Song

The snow has covered up the street the snow has covered up my mind it felt solitary and delicious How does a thought lodge in your head so full and yet so underfed and fills you with sweet superstition We walked past a closed candy store I pressed my face against the glass Cliché, oh joy, oh horror Then later in that crowded room the drunken voice of reason sat down close to me and softly he implored: Try not to fall in love, and keep your wits about you Put on an armour with a charm-repellent shine and try not to fuck it up – this is important stuff I know your heart’s as full as a water balloon It’s a little too much a little too soon So spare yourself the suffering, girl, I guarantee you’ll end up blue trust me, I’ve experience of a similar circumstance of Trying not to fall in love with you And as that final thought rang by I could hear a jangling, breaking sound of a 1000 new year’s resolutions and all the smarts acquired by then and all the self-help, and all the Zen were lost like small change between cushions If only this was a little more perfect it’d be easy to ignore but it’s flawed and therefore beautiful As a friend I should lend a hand Probably try to make it easier not to fall in love and keep your wits about you Put on an armour with a charm-repellent shine and try not to fuck it up – this is important stuff I know your heart’s as full as a water balloon It’s a little too much a little too soon So spare yourself the suffering, boy, I guarantee you’ll end up blue trust me, I’ve experience of a similar circumstance of trying not to fall trying not to fall in love I’m trying not to fall in love with you