and you don't even have a clue [merry xmas]

If I made it through Christmas without smoking

'Til your parents went to bed

If you made it through too

Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck

I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs

Chocolate instead of chutney

Good red wine instead of bad red wine

Next time I remember your birthday

I ate peaches straight from the can

The juice ran down my tongue

Over my lip

Slipped down my chin

Dripped onto your parents' carpet

The air in here is dead

But we're not finished yet

Throw the back door open

Let me see your breath

I love you like a madman

I miss you all the time

I wait for the morning

I will wait all night

I mixed rum and coke and lemonade

Asked for my presents in the kitchen

Alone again at 3am

I listened to them

With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges

Of the tiles and the tables

You didn't sit up waiting

But somehow slept sober