Christmas lights are colorful A mini-disco, a pistolero Lost in lonely heartache It's literal this time I'm counting up to half a million I used to know all of the presidents By name and order of appearance In attics in my mind Traipsing down memory lane The streets are all but vacant Like some psychic neutron bomb Cleaned out this whole town Pretty pills once meaning pleasure Are now part of the regimen I am lost in thought There's no need to hang around Even in a far-off desert I can wait a thousand years And if I don't know what I'm waiting for I can still pretend I'm waiting for your guilt a**istance Waiting, waiting, waiting I've got nothing better to do Some say it's sad but true Christmas lights are colorful Mini-disco, a pistolero Lost in lonely heartache It's literal this time I'm counting on your secret mission Save me from my memory Some say I love the drama No, I just don't mind Christmas lights are colorful Mini-disco, a pistolero Lost in lonely heartache It's literal this time