Part I I've missed many a-sunset. I'm trying to not smoke as much. The last few years have been quite rough but I know how to get back up. Who bangs their knees on a desk like me?.. Oh well. I'm glad this year has given up. You peek your head and smirk, and suggest that I'm a dork. Past every joke, I display my frown. This girl may ruin a holiday snow and with time, even Christmas angels like to go home. HEH... -s Part II We, too, laugh and we pack up the car. While the radio tells stories we try to map the stars. Tomorrow sounds better if you're just out of reach so please give me a break. I'm trying. Well-lit growth. The girl, bored. My Christmas list is short. Interesting. It's more windy than cold, But if you stay outside long enough you will get old. This is how you make up for lost time. She pipes up. "I'm sorry to all your single friends." They're not yours, they're mine. Get in line and hug me. GIVE HER SOME BREATHING ROOM. -s Flakes could easily drop on your perfect hair. They'd melt and the heat would destroy what's there. We, too, laugh and we play in the snow, While the outline kept us company and provided us with warmth. I just can't write faster if my hands freeze up tonight so hold them like you would if you liked me. Well-lit growth. The girl, bored. My Christmas list is short. This is shaping up to be the perfect year, To watch me drink a lot and let you have some beer. God bless the girl who dances 'round the road 'cause our fucking car broke. It's not fun. We suck. This girl may ruin a holiday snow and with time, even Christmas angels have to go home. We, too, laugh and we ain't lost much yet. I never had an ounce of strength to give, so you'd win. Flakes still easily drop on your perfect hair? They'd melt and the heat would destroy what's there. Oh, you never had it right. We, too, laugh and we run to chase the ghost, While the radio played my songs to try and give us hope. A Christmas worth remembering because she never cried, but that will quickly change. And we laughed for the first time since she came. Now that well-lit reminders are breaking both our legs, We'll find a pretty garden to finally fight and shout. This girl will dance again. I never had an ounce of strength to give, but I'll win. I swear it. Well-lit growth. The girl, bored. My Christmas list is short. We, too, laugh and we unpack our hearts.

Heater is working. Good enough. From presents to flirting and then a shove. A small course on how this year's been; Made love to clutter and it doesn't end there. How I know I'll keep falling backwards, Until the ground stops trying to be my friend. It can't be true. The house didn't look this good before I left home. A bookshelf left standing. Did you really think to shield me? You lost me tons of lyrics but I could let you stay, If you never start to beg me for anything. She laughs at the silence. Lets her dress flutter. Calls me dumb and stupid. Proceeds to shake my world. The day you move and take your shit, I bet someone else will complain. I yell the parts that you can't stand. Later, I feel so bad about it. Who's hoping I give up and cry? Who's hoping she leaves home in spite?