It’s dark here
The only thing I can see’s my breath
It’s getting colder
As the moon descends
And I quicken up my footsteps
To keep pace with yours
But you turn around
And tell me to go indoors

So we’ll just sit on the couch
And pretend to be in love
We’ll run around
Not givin’ up
We’ll go to lots of parties
Make each other laugh until we cry
We’ll kiss a little harder
‘Cause we both love to lie

But this year for Christmas
I don’t want nothing
This year for Christmas,
Please give me something
That I can do more than just touch
Of plastic-coated happiness
I’ve had enough

It’s the same every year
Frankly it’s gettin’ old
To open up nothing but your presents of impresence
And the cold
So help me make this Christmas miracle come true
If you can’t tell me that you love me,
Tell me that we’re through

Remember when it all began
And the world still was shiny?
Remember how when we walked we ran
Down all those winding roads
Remember that first December
when you took me aside
And told me that if you died
Your one regret would be
Not tellin’ everyone you knew that you loved me

But this year for Christmas
I don’t want nothing
This year for Christmas,
Please give me something
That I can do more than just touch
Of plastic-coated "happiness"
I’ve had enough

It’s the same every year
Frankly it’s gettin’ old
To open up nothing but your presents of impresence
And the cold
So help me make this Christmas miracle come true
If you can’t tell me that you love me,
Tell me that we’re through

You used to be the only thing on my wishlist
But now I’d trade anything to exchange your kisses
For anything else, Just let me go
I’m getting tired of writing letters to the North Pole wishin’ to be alone…

And this year for Christmas
I don’t want nothing
This year for Christmas,
Please give me something
That I can do more than just touch
I can’t sustain myself on memory
I need real love

So help me make this Christmas miracle come true
No need to put a bow on it
No need to wrap it up in paper
No need to tag it “to” or “from”
Just tell me the truth

Tell me that..

‘Stead of hanging tinsel on the tree
Much rather wake up with you no longer next to me
I can bake all the cookies by myself
And hang up the stockings without your help
I’m perfectly fine with being alone under mistletoe
I’d trade anything if you would just go

‘Cause anything is better
Than this charade we got going on
Look me in the eyes and tell me
That this doesn’t feel wrong

I’m waking up early Christmas morning
Rushin’ down the stairs
Luggage in my hand and
Excitement in the air
I’ll take a bite out of the cookies
So you’ll know that I’ve been here
Don’t forget to take the lights down before February
And have a happy
Well, have a...fresh
New year.