Father Christmas

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New Antique T.V. song Lacey and I got down today. 

I’ve seen you in photographs, handsome as the day we met

Your hair grown back from the summer haircut gone wrong

In the kitchen of a Southern mansion heavy with bathroom potpourri

Where you tried to figure out the poem on the wall

And you hoped I wouldn’t mind, but now the photos are complete

With the peace of mind that I couldn’t give you

And a skinny girl in a striped sweater

I heard you kicked the nicotine  (I lost the camera)

Along with skunks and gasoline  (I lost the camera)

Your knack for licking tigers teeth  (I lost the camera)

And peeling skin from hands  (But do you think we could buy a new one)