You're home for the holidays
You said maybe we could spend some time together,
To catch up on each other
I don't understand why you won't quit,
When I fucked up our relationship
So you're living with some new guy,
And you're kissing all the time
And I wonder what he's like,
When you're kissing all the time
I got problems that we both know,
Maybe this is just a lull
But I can never let go
There's no point in sleeping in,
And there's no need to wake up
There's nothing to live for at the end of my coffee cup
I'm happy with myself, and I'm proud of who I am
I gave myself a certificate saying "I'm a Fucking Champ"