X-Mas Tinder

In the summer we were feeling wreckless

Had a kiss wind up on our lips

By the light of your dad's station wagon

We'll make excuses I can't fathom

In the stereo our favourite bands are screaming

From our chest, two hearts beating

And I'm a million miles away

And I can't recall the day

That my guts have shit for brains

My guts have shit for brains

My guts have shit for brains

By the winter we were done like recess

X-mas tinder felt like a big mess

Clear as mud I was getting nowhere

But your Mom says "Hun you're now here"

We'll grab a beer and some friends at Wisco

In the end the baggage had to go

And I'm a million miles away

And I can't recall the day

That my guts have shit for brains

My guts have shit for brains

My guts have shit for brains

And I'm a million miles away

And I can't recall the day

That my guts have shit for brains