This house is been crept in by the cold
I guess I'm getting old
'cause as it rains the children pray for snow
I think it might be
'cause this week those damn Christmas lights went up
And I can't help to think about you
And all the passing months
Hurts too much to think about you
Roaming the cold city streets all by yourself
But if the future is written by the past
Then we're all doomed
'cause it's been skewed
Every memory
Good, the bad the in between
Poisoned by the hoax of my reality
That I won't see you
And you won't hear from me
Last week those damn Christmas lights went up
And I can't help to think about you
And all the sh** you've done
Hurts to much to think about
All the time I've spent facing this on my own
But if the future is written by the past
Then we're all doomed
'cause it's been skewed
Every memory
Good, the bad the in between
Poisoned by the hoax of my reality
That I won't see you
And you won't hear from me
Silent night, holy night
Oh Yuletide burning oh so bright
Oh Virgin Mary come sit here with me
This week those damn Christmas lights went up
And I can't help to think about you and another gone twelve months
Hurts to much to think about
All the holidays that will come and that will go
But if the future is written by the past
Then we're all doomed
'cause it's been skewed
Every memory
Good, the bad the in between
Poisoned by the hoax of my reality
That I won't see you
And you won't hear from me