Categories > Celebrities > Fall Out Boy > Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less
"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 breath to me,
Before you bury
your-self
a-live."
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the silence the café gave you, but it wasn't a polite silence, it was from appreciation, and you could tell the difference. The song was perfect for the funk you were in. Your five month old puppy died in a hit-and-run yesterday, and in the same night you prevented your father from committing suicide. Life for you was grand, in all sarcasm. Right now, your only escape was music, and you wholly dedicated yourself to writing new songs, and practicing until your fingers left trails of blood running up and down the strings and your knuckles were bandaged.
You wrote this song in celebration of your "favorite" holiday, Christmas. It never failed to remind you of past downfalls, and dreams that never came true for you. Last Christmas your fiancé ran out on your wedding, and the one before that your mother OD'd on Vikiden and wine, dying at the hospital before her stomach could be pumped.
"Happy New Year's ba-by
You owe me the best gift I will ever ask for.
Don't call me up, when the snow comes down,
It's the only thing I want this year.
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
Your-self
A-live
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree...
Merry Christmas,
I could care less..."
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 breath to me,
Before you bury
your-self
a-live."
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the silence the café gave you, but it wasn't a polite silence, it was from appreciation, and you could tell the difference. The song was perfect for the funk you were in. Your five month old puppy died in a hit-and-run yesterday, and in the same night you prevented your father from committing suicide. Life for you was grand, in all sarcasm. Right now, your only escape was music, and you wholly dedicated yourself to writing new songs, and practicing until your fingers left trails of blood running up and down the strings and your knuckles were bandaged.
You wrote this song in celebration of your "favorite" holiday, Christmas. It never failed to remind you of past downfalls, and dreams that never came true for you. Last Christmas your fiancé ran out on your wedding, and the one before that your mother OD'd on Vikiden and wine, dying at the hospital before her stomach could be pumped.
"Happy New Year's ba-by
You owe me the best gift I will ever ask for.
Don't call me up, when the snow comes down,
It's the only thing I want this year.
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
Your-self
A-live
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree...
Merry Christmas,
I could care less..."
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