I don't like going to my Grandmas at Christmas
Because ever since I told her I was gay
I feel like she looks at me like I'm
A tragedy waiting to unfold
She's waiting to find me with a needle in my arm
Dead on the bathroom floor
She's waiting to find me dead
On the side of a highway
She's waiting for my demise
And I can see the scenes flash before her eyes
Whenever we go over for Christmas
I don't like going over there anymore
