Yule Shoot Your Eye Out - In Her Own Words

These are your good years

Don’t take my advice

You never wanted the nice boys anyway

And I’m of good cheer

Because I’ve been checking my list

The gifts you’re receiving from me will be

One awkward silence

And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep

Staying up, waiting by the phone

And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me

Before you bury yourself alive

Don’t come home for Christmas

You’re the last thing I wanna see

Underneath the tree

Merry Christmas, I could care less

Happy New Years, baby

You owe me

The best gift I will ever ask for

Don’t call me up, when the snow comes down

Its the only thing I want this year

One awkward silence

And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep

Staying up, waiting by the phone

And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me

Before you bury yourself alive

Don’t come home for Christmas

You’re the last thing I wanna see

Underneath the tree

Merry Christmas, I could care less

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus

Don’t come home for Christmas

You’re the last thing I wanna see

Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)

Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don’t come home for Christmas

You’re the last thing I wanna see

Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)

Merry Christmas, I could care less