Every Holiday

Every holiday I feel that depression

From all this division

And we don't care, no we don't care

We're just sitting in my garage, talking to my aunt

About the storm surge, icebergs, and spring in New England

And a new ring on an old friend and mothers get impatient

But maybe it's all worth it just to see if we can outrun it

And I look at you across the room

Your eyes like sinking balloons

Merry Christmas, babe, I hope we make it through

And it gets heavy, it starts raining

And I start noticing the placement of your hand upon my spine

The fading love is the darkest kind

But somehow we'll forget tonight

And go up on ladders stringing lights

The gutter never shined so bright

When every holiday I feel that depression

From all of this pressure

And we don't care, no we don't care

We just hope it don't stay long

Talking to my aunt

About the warm earth, cold words, and men that make decisions

Lying on the TV 'cause the money skips the women

But maybe it's all worth it just to see if we can outrun it

And I look at you across the room

Your eyes like sinking balloons

Merry Christmas, babe, I hope we make it through

Every holiday I feel that depression

From all of this pressure

And maybe it's all worth it just to see if we can outrun it

And I look at you across the room

Your eyes like sinking balloons

Merry Christmas, babe, I hope we make it through