There's a string of lights hanging up at your place

The same street

They're more colorful than I remember this year

Tip toe in the room the party is here just for you you know

We are hiding to celebrate

We don't have to choose our ways

Our ways tell us time has run short skeleton's walking down the catwalk

Covered in ink and I don't know what they sound like

The volume's off and I don't mind

I hear the static of my neighbor's breathing this time

He holds his breath while I look up

He looks back

This is not the time for him but he is still breathing

You know you have sold yourself short and I can feel it creeping in

You've sold yourself short and now you can't stop dreaming it out

Can't stop dreaming it out

It's useless

God writes me letters in words too small to read

The other leaves me cards to guess what could've been and what I can't foresee

I've got a bad brain

I've got a bad brain it's no good

I've got a bad brain bad brain

I've got a bad brain it's no good

I've got a bad brain bad brain

I've got a bad brain it's no good

I've got a bad brain bad brain

I've got a bad brain it's no good

You've sold yourself short

You've sold yourself short

Yourself short

Yourself short

Don't make me your lights in there hang me somewhere else