Sooo, yeah.
You come home tomorrow, and we’re fighting. It doesn’t feel like you’re coming back. I should be a little more excited, right? /:
This is how I feel about holidays.
DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
YOU’RE SO FUCKING SLOW
AND FAT, WHAT DO YOU WEIGH
HA-HA-HA
YOU CAN’T FUCKING SING
I’LL START A FUCKING FIGHT
GET OUT MY WAY YOU FUCKING HO
I’M DRIVING HERE TONIGHT
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE
OVER BODIES EVERY DAY (HEY)
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
BITCH WHAT DID I SAY
RUN THAT ASS CUZ YOU CAN’T HIDE
FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEIGH
Would I get kicked out of public if I sang this every time that goddamned song came on?
Blah /:
I just wanna curl up and fall asleep in her arms. And wake up when everything will be better. /:
