Christmas

1,2,3,4

How would you like your love cooked tonight?
A medium rare sits on the barbie outside
I’m making gifts, I’m making salad
I’m making sense that all we ever had was just a habit

And I see they’ve found their own world
Wrapped inside each other’s lips
I’m not bitter or resentful I’m just fucking pissed off
That we spent so much cash trying to fall in love like that
Well gambling is a great fine game
But playing with your indecision isn’t

Hey but there is a bug in me bigger than his backyard
There is a love in me that has helped me through
The harshness of tones and lowest of lows
And now it’s nearly Christmas

And I have found a light
You plant me in warm soil
And we drift through the evenings
While he writes letters but doesn’t post them

I am safe, I don’t have to chase anything from you
I’m inquiring to myself, not to you

Maybe by Christmas
Maybe by Christmas
We will be in love
We will be in love

Maybe by Christmas
Maybe by Christmas
We will be in love

We can go to yours or mine for family Christmas lunch
And we can squeeze each other’s hands
When the grandparents talk too much
I swear all these dumb Christmas songs are the same
We all want love, we all want love
I want to love you while I sweat through Christmas day