Open the mail
A holiday sale is starting today
The old coffee cups are filling with stuff
That's turning your insides dry
Even a lie or comforting smile won't bury the weight
The bird in the bay is dead anyway
You never say what you think
The old maître d'
She sat next to me and told me a joke
You'll always believe you'll land on your knees
When marriage is on the line
I took it in stride and headed inside to finish the plate
But appetite's gone, I'll carry along to finish another day
I'm so scared I'll die if I fall asleep while I drive
So I'll fly to where the weather's fine
Or pack it in early
A holiday sale is starting today
The old coffee cups are filling with stuff
That's turning your insides dry
Even a lie or comforting smile won't bury the weight
The bird in the bay is dead anyway
You never say what you think
The old maître d'
She sat next to me and told me a joke
You'll always believe you'll land on your knees
When marriage is on the line
I took it in stride and headed inside to finish the plate
But appetite's gone, I'll carry along to finish another day
I'm so scared I'll die if I fall asleep while I drive
So I'll fly to where the weather's fine
Or pack it in early
( Yeah Is What We Have )
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