[Verse 1] Raise your hand if you ever trolled Sure, me I trolled Today I saw a friend of a friend Wipe a whole love clean Except the pet at the end He posted younger skin She posted nothing That sat in my head As I rode the bus Three transfers deep To film a Christmas display At a nursery near Fashion Island [Pre-Chorus] I watched the shoppers thin out Saw one man sleeping in the sun Right at the bus stop hub Then the thought hit me slow Something's slipping Something's gone numb [Chorus] Meh, meh Christmas this year, meh Meh, meh The feed feels dead Meh, meh But I keep looking anyway At the bruised-up day And I say Meh, meh [Verse 2] A friend's ex-wife posted cash Said she needed help to leave Said the hurt was real I gave her a troll for a while When her face popped up Like a test I failed to read I saw Paul again Rock and roll heart still glowing Hands on those old guitars Almost twenty years Since he was a god to the punks And we only talked once But I liked that thick accent Liked hearing him play [Pre-Chorus] I keep finding old names Like books I used to hold Barry, Sharon, gone from the shelf Facebook's weird now Facebook's sad now And I'm not above it myself [Chorus] Meh, meh Christmas this year, meh Meh, meh The feed feels dead Meh, meh But I keep looking anyway At the bruised-up day And I say Meh, meh [Bridge] Then the picture I took The one I wouldn't show Said my body could still surprise me And if I put it out there Would the whole world shrug Or finally see me? At the bus stop, 75 cents A disheveled man Sat down without a word Last year, the driver said no A crowd chose sides And the street got heard [Final Chorus] Meh, meh Christmas this year, meh Meh, meh The feed feels dead Meh, meh But the hurt still asks for mercy In the small hard things We all let pass Meh, meh Not all of it is meh
