Dirty were those pears they poisoned you a stubborn loss of youth
Tainted to the roots but I'm still here to try to talk to you
Solid word of mouth was never anything close to truth
You leaving was hardest thing I saw, But I'm here to talk to you
Oh you're gone, baby brother, my Christmas lights are blue
The tree has lost its star but it's not new
My Favorite life was Christmas time with you
Baby brother please just call me soon
Petty arguments that ruled the home, a space that's not your own
Found yourself exhausted from those nights, and ready to be grown
Foaming at the mouth a dose a day, I hate your comfort zone
You leaving was the hardest thing I saw, but I'm here and you should know
(My baby brother, I want to see your face, but I know I won't
So I'll ask this just once, please come home for Christmas)