Letras
A breakup at Christmas and I bite my lips
My teeth; they chatter, my stomach it sinks
My sniffles are frequent: it's sadness or flu
And all I can think of at this time is you
A breakup at Christmas; I hide in the dark
My hands, are freezing, as cold as your heart
Your breath in the air is like smoke in my lungs
It's bitter and sharp; just like like your tongue
A breakup at Christmas and I hope you choke
Either from the food or from my hands 'round your throat