I Won’t Be Home for Christmas

I won't be home for christmas
I've got better things to do with my time
My life's in flight this christmas
And your smirks and sheet sets can't quite coax me to crash yet

I'll be floating on verbs and adjectives: my electronic spirits
Smoke screen glowing like a winter's fire side
Speechless, reachless like santa,like jesus, like jimmy, like present love

I won't be home for christmas
I just really cannot spare the lost time
My life's left alive this christmas
And i won't get back in the coffin for a popcorn tin

Reeling, rolling in nouns(drunk with hyphens) in a particle snowfall
My love's far off, yet, right before me:
Magic travel like santa, like jesus, like judy, like present love