**[Intro – muttered]**
yeah… merry something…
don’t ask me to fix the tree… it’s fine… probably…
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**[Verse 1 – fast, frayed]**
I slapped the plastic star on sideways, left it there.
Tree’s still shedding fake needles everywhere.
Didn’t buy ornaments—found a few on the floor,
Pretty sure one wasn’t mine, but that’s lore.
My phone’s blowing up with “are you coming?” texts—
Look, I love you all, but I’m *emotionally hexed*.
If I show up drunk, you’ll judge me anyway—
So I’m staying home, sipping rum like… hooray?
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**[Pre-Chorus – pitched, chaotic]**
December feels like a dare I never agreed to.
Holiday cheer walks in and I just say, “can’t feed you.”
Everyone’s wholesome, shining like a postcard—
I’m trying to function and that’s already hard.
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**[Chorus – breakcore chaos]**
**I’M SPIRALING THROUGH CHRISTMAS WITH A CHEAP LITTLE SMILE,**
**Pour another drink, make the season less vile.**
**Snow can pile up, I’m not leaving my room—**
**Santa can break in if he wants, I’ve accepted my doom.**
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**[Verse 2 – spiraling down, still cute]**
Wrapped your present in an old grocery bag—
Call it avant-garde, or just call me a drag.
Burned my dinner twice, then scraped off the black,
Ate it anyway because I’m committed to the lack.
Neighbors singing carols like a cult outside—
They harmonize, and I’m losing my mind.
Opened the door once—never again—
One lady tried to hug me… I’m still recovering, friend.
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**[Chorus – heavier]**
**I’M TIPSY IN MY KITCHEN WITH A CROOKED LITTLE TREE,**
**Counting all the things the season took from me.**
**Jingle what you want, I’m not playing along—**
**The eggnog is strong, and so am I… kinda wrong.**
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**[Bridge – manic, cute, unraveling]**
Someone said joy is a choice—
okay, bold of you—
I can’t even choose socks that match
and you want me merry too?
My cinnamon whiskey is judging me,
so I drank it first.
If Christmas wants effort,
it can invoice me on the first.
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**[Final Chorus – full breakcore slam]**
**HOLIDAY MELTDOWN, BUT I’M STILL LOOKING SWEET,**
**Mascara smudged like a whole-ass heatbeat.**
**Cheers to a season I’m barely surviving—**
**Still dancing, still drinking, still weirdly thriving.**
**[Outro – exhausted whisper]**
wake me up when the decorations go on sale…
extra_unbearable
