I hate to be a downer but I spent too many hours
Crossing days off the calendar
It don’t mean nothing to me
I’m burned out like lights on a tree
Old songs, can’t listen to these
Fake a smile but all I can see is empty boxes and trees
Another year not a coffin
Growing up or whatever you call it
Sometimes you get what you got but it’s not what you wanted at all
This is not another Christmas song
Why can’t we get divorced for Christmas
Because it just isn’t the same
I miss the nights that we got twisted
I miss fucking in the rain
And now you’re always angry and I’m always saying I’m sorry
Depression’s such a lonely business
Why can’t we get divorced for Christmas?