The trees are dead
and the snow is melting
Family's are together
Probably fighting
Attempts at bridging relationships are posed
While their neat sweaters make fools of those wearing it
And all the fireplaces in the world are being used just for cheer
But there is no cheer for me
or you for that matter
This is no place for happiness
There is no place for good
Burning cigarettes behind the trees
Kids just want what's in the box
But they never get what they want
Most of the time they don't get what they need either
Others are offended by this attempt to make the world better
It's safe to assume they are disgusted in a family coming together
I however am on the fence
with my spine straight aligned
arms folded over, broken on both sides
While my neck is pinched and poked at by the picket
Oh how horrible it is to be on the fence
To want the both of both worlds
But to end up alone on your own
As long as you're on the fence with me
We can start our own world
And have our on attempts at happiness
Those whom are disgusted have the privilege to leave
And burn in whatever they celebrate
Not to come off stingy, I hope they have the best time a soulless corpse can.
This won't end soon but it will end,
And when it does i'll be at the side of your house with two du-mauriers lit in my mouth.
Time is empty and they're hunting me down..