Its the fucking holiday season,
So what, who cares, who really gives a shit
Another year has come to pass and I am a bit older, slightly heavier, I pray wiser and I know a lot poorer
Santa doesn't exist and even if he did he wouldn't come down my chimney
I haven't been a good girl in years
There is hardness in my heart and bitterness on my tongue
I'm not sad, I just don't give a fuck
I want to, I do I do I do but cannot find a reason to
Jolly good time of the year
