Yours Truly, Me.

Holiday Spirit

Gazing at the neighborhood 'cause it's covered in lights,

Crazy how stressful it's been these past couple of nights,

The holidays seem to send every soul to a special place,

It's like suddenly on the surface all the sad's been erased,

All we see is love and cheer, we pretend it isn't fake,

But deep down there's still a frown and we all need a break.

For the moment the family is finished opening gifts,

When we get to talking, though, the atmosphere suddenly shifts,

'Cause underneath there's still a tension, something misunderstood,

A foul feeling is festering, but we keep it under the hood,

We bite our cheek so we don't speak, guess the cat's got our tongue,

And as an effect of the awful silence our broken heartstrings are strung.

Little lies are literally littered throughout the words we won't say,

And so we go from being happy to barely surviving the day.

Perhaps it's because the present's a present we often forget to present,

Or maybe our time is an experience we'd all prefer to prevent.