Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal

I won't be coming home for Christmas
I won't be there when you're setting up the tree
Forgive me if I don't want to sit around listening to family criticizing who I choose to be

Fuck that!

Let's keep it real right now
It's been a long time coming, and I finally feel, somehow, like I'd be better off staying away than surrounded by a bunch of fakes

I don't need a fancy dinner prepared
I don't need a bunch of blinking lights
All I wanted was for you to care, but now I'm home alone watching Home Alone for the night

I won't be coming home for Christmas
I won't be there when you're setting up the tree
Forgive me if I don't want to sit around listening to family criticizing who I choose to be

I won't be coming home for Christmas
Take back the shit that you went and bought for me
'Cause I won't be found
No, I won't be around
I'm sorry, not sorry
Hope you kept your receipts

And maybe when I drift off to sleep, I can finally see what it means to have those sugarplum dreams
'Cause with you in my life I'd toss and turn every night until the morning light

And this year will be something different
You make me sick, so I need social distance
'Cause even snow doesn't feel quite as cold as the way you've treated me, so...

I won't be coming home for Christmas
I won't be there when you're setting up the tree
Forgive me if I don't want to sit around listening to family criticizing who I choose to be

I won't be coming home for Christmas
Take back the shit that you went and bought for me
'Cause I won't be found
No, I won't be around
I'm sorry, not sorry
Hope you kept your receipts