A Christmas tree
Lit up your room
I lay in your bed
I don't wanna move
You're talking aloud
I hear you've been sleeping around
I look at my phone
I look at your face
It's cold but it's what we need
A cigarette and a couple drinks
I feel but I lack a bit of character
But it's all that I need
A simple suggestion
Could change all you know
A shot to the heart
It's my killing blow
I fell to the bottom
Of your wishing well
I don't wanna argue no more
I don't wanna yell
My brain bursts into fire
An eclipse inside my mind
Celestial bodies collide
All things mend in due time