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