These are your good years
don’t take my advice
you never wanted the nice boys anyway
and I’m of good cheer
cause 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 breathe 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
all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe 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

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

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up,
I’m willing to take my chances on the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you.

Do you need him? I should be him.
I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
That’s more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I’ll appreciate in value,
get off my ass and call you…
but for the meantime I’ll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants off
at 4:00 in the afternoon.

Do you need him? I should be him.
I could be an accident but I’m still trying.
That’s more than I can say for him.

1-2-3-4!

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

(won’t find out) he won’t find out
(won’t find out) he won’t find out

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. (he won’t
find out)
Maybe he won’t find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, jack, this isn’t fair
What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There are people singing songs

What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?

There are children throwing snowballs here
instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead

There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside

Oh, look
What’s this?
They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What’s this?
What’s this?

In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They’re covering it with tiny little things
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there’s nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What’s this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Is absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
Christmas Town, hmm…

And you lock the house to keep your secret from coming out
I wont, No. I’m sorry because you’re old news

And my life is holding our heads to this gun
You and your new boy think you can come in and keep me off, but you’re wrong

I find myself on the street out in front of your house, you can kiss safe thoughts goodbye.
I’m coming up to break your heart.
You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out.

We would drag ourselves to bed.
And sleep took everything I had.
I kept it up till he would call.
You made me feel like a criminal.
And then there’s you,
you kept a smile though I would always walk the wire.

You gave it all.
I gave you reason to have doubt.
I had to get out of there.
I took the stairs.
I don’t wanna fight with you if I can’t be the one to have you.
You sat that chair like a queen in the kitchen.
I memorized the lines your eyes made at every squint you shot my way.

We would drag ourselves to bed.
And sleep took everything I had.
I kept it up till he would call.
You made me feel like a criminal.
And then there’s you,
you kept a smile though I would always walk the wire.

But you’re miserable and I’m useless,
always making up excuses.
I made you cry too many times.
So I’m hanging up that line.
I’m throwing rocks at your floor.
I’m knocking down your front door.
I’m desperate tonight and I just wanna fight.
It’s my confusion that lets me act so cold.
So now I’ll go, go, go.
And you wanna be just left alone.
Put down that phone, cause if you want me just call out “hey boy”

Yesterday you were on my back just to get my time.
I guess it’s not as precious as it seems.
Because I found the time for hanging out and talking on the phone.
What should I expect, now that my time is free
And you’re nowhere to be found.

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.
Let’s start today.

My room’s a mess and I can’t get dressed.
I gotta be out by eight o’clock.
Deep inside I know the answer.
Well there’s no time like the present
And I’d like to hang out but who doesn’t.
I’ve made enough mistakes for this lifetime.
Now I’m here to make amends.

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.

Well maybe we could talk this over
But I swear to God
And I’ll have this phone to my head

Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I’m alone
‘Cause right now it says that we
Can’t come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
‘Cause you walked out the door
But it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore
It’s ridiculous
It’s been months
And for some reason I just
Can’t get over us
And I’m stronger then this
Ain’t no faith in her
Always walkin’ ’round
With my head down
I’m so over being blue
Cryin over you

And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calender I have
That’s marked July 15th
Because since there’s no more you
There’s no more anniversary
I’m so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Leave me alone
Stupid love songs
Don’t make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
I’m turning off the radio

‘Cause I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Yes, I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so done with love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Why can’t I turn off the radio?

Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid
I, I, I will break his jaw
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t let him get his hopes up
No-oh-oh-oh
And I will save him from himself
Here’s a picture with a note
“No, don’t turn out like me”
It’s only for your own good
No-oh-oh-oh

And haven’t you heard
The word on the street is
“I lost it, called it quits”
Get it into the sun,
Out from behind the gossip
Oh, oh, oh

This story’s getting old
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story’s getting old
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow

Hey, hey [x3]

Even when there’s
N-n-n-nothing worth living for
It’s still, it’s still, still worth lying for
N-no one has to know-ow-ow
And haven’t you heard
The word on the street is
“I lost it, called it quits”
Get it into the sun
Out from behind the gossip
Oh, oh, oh

This story’s getting old
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story’s getting old (This story’s getting old)
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow

[Screams]

This story’s getting old
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story’s getting old (This story’s getting old)
A homewrecker with a heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow
N-n-now-ow-ow [x3]

Stop!

I have a present,
It is a present,
You’ll have to learn to find it within you,
If you could learn,
To love it you just might like it,
You cant live without it,
Theres a million open windows,
Passing these opened windows,
Passing these opened windows,
Whaoh, Whaoh, Whaoh [x2]
There is plenty,
To critice,
It gets so easy to narrow these eyes,
But these eyes will stay wide,
I will stay young,
Young and dumb inside,
I had just begun,
To forget my lines,
Your a punk and Im tellin everyone
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of style,
I have a message: save your generation,
We’re killing each other by sleeping in,
Finnegan, begin again,
This one can be won,
One can become two,
Two can pick and choose,
You could be the first,
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of style,
You have to learn to learn from your mistakes,
You can afford to lose a little face,
The things you break,
Some can’t be replaced,
A simple rule: every day be sure you wake,
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of style.