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