Testo di The Holiday

I'm coming home for the holiday I haven't changed, I just stayed the same I miss you, I do You're still a kid, the picture my mom took that's on the fridge And we don't want to take it down, you're still around I tiptoe around the obvious I don't think I will get over it My mom's catching on that I'm a liar I'm afraid that I don't like December It is a blessing and it's a curse The smallest hometown on planet Earth To worry is all I'll do You'll be out shopping with someone else I'll feel so guilty for avoiding you I don't know that if I say hey, I'll ruin the whole day I tiptoe around the obvious edge I don't think I will get over it My mom's catching on that I'm a liar I'm afraid that I don't like December Of course, the one time I see you is getting flowers From the coffee shop we used to go to all the time I can't lose you for the word of me I tiptoe around the obvious I'll never ever get over it My mom's catching on that I'm a liar You're the reason I don't like December