On Christmas Morning,
Outside was blowing.
All was hopless in this song.
And no one speaking,
No one creeping to see if she was on the phone.
And u were quiet,
This rountine riot.
Is all but practical to me.
And if we see it,
Why can’t we be it?
Can we let eacher other be?
Forget december,
It won’t be better.
And I remember it before.
And this month only wil be so lonely,
And not so homely anymore.
New Years eve came,
but nothing had changed.
All the problems just got worse.
We sat in silence,
A routine science,
A sickness we re hearsed.
And if i’m talking,
My words are mocking.
The death yers they go on and on.
These words are tainted,
with years of jaded.
Forget december,
It won’t be better. (3x)
And I remember it before.
And this month only wil be so lonely,
And not so homely anymore.
On Christmas Morning,
Outside was blowing.
All was hopless in this song…
