I'm normally one with the holiday spirit
soon as December arrives
but the snow's coming down, and all i'm thinking about
is the night that we said our goodbyes
i drive past the lights for miles and miles
red and silver and green
and they're just fine, but the blue of your eyes
could outshine the entire scene
tis the season to be merry
and give tidings, ho ho ho
but i'm having trouble dealing
with my own pathetic woes
tis the season, or whatever
i don't really give a fuck
am i angry? am i sad?
N.C.
Verse
I've read every story, i've sung every song
i even tried trimming a tree
but nothing can get all your words from my head
try as i might, they're stuck with me
so i've spiked my own eggnog, i'm done trying to cope
i'm letting it all just fade out
and if i see you at a single party
i swear to god i think i'll shout
(damn you, Mariah Carey!!!!)
tis the season to be merry
and give tidings, ho ho ho
but i'm having trouble dealing
with my own pathetic woes
tis the season, or whatever
i don't really give a fuck
am i angry? am i sad?
N.C.
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
you won't catch me under the mistletoe
Those continue under this;
do you hear what i hear?
do you see what i see?
do you know what i know?
do you know what I know?
no, no, no, no
tis the season to be merry
and give tidings, ho ho ho
but i'm having trouble dealing
with my own pathetic woes
tis the season, or whatever
i don't really give a fuck
am i angry? am i sad?
N.C.