In my house a wreath was made
To celebrate the holiday
But it couldn't compare to the one I wore
Fastened to my blouse
Colors shown illuminate
Intentions beneath pretty bows
But the decoration cannot hide
The shitty gift inside
Cracked figurines bought at a thrift
Sit in the middle of a room
Everyone can see your face now
Holding hands and faking grace
Take me back to those holidays
Every face it tells a tale
Of hopes and dreams and bonds all failed
But the smiles are forced while the lights outside
Blink and fade away
Family that I cannot name
The shitty party hall of fame
But the years go by and we all come back
To do it all again
Cracked figurines bought at a thrift
Sit in the middle of a room
Everyone can see your face now
Holding hands and faking grace
Take me back to those holidays
Cracked figurines bought at a thrift
Sit in the middle of a room
Everyone can see your face now
Holding hands and faking grace
Take me back to those holidays