David Bazan
Wish My Kids Were Here
I just want to see my little kids on Christmas
But I'm not so sure that my kids want to see me
They live with their mom in Alabama
And I live with my girlfriend in Nashville, Tennessee
My Christmas-crazy girlfriend's parents love me
And like her they're both full of yuletide cheer
And warmly they expect me at their family Christmas party
So I go awhile and fake a smile and drink and drink and drink
And sit and think
Man I wish my kids were here
Christmas Eve come quickly
And Christmas morning go
Cause I long to hand them presents
And watch their faces glow
The judge says if I call them
Then I'll go straight to jail
But I can send them presents through the mail
Now it's Christmas morning
And I can't get out of bed
And I'm ruining her favorite day of the year
She makes us both some breakfast
And brings all the gifts to bed
So for her I try to go along
We hug and kiss and open gifts to Christmas songs
But man I wish my k-
[phone rings]
"Is that you?"
"I think that's your phone"
"Man, oh my God. Hello?"
"Merry Christmas Daddy!"
"Oh baby girl. Merry Christmas!"