If I made it through Christmas without smoking 'Til your parents went to bed If you made it through too Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs Chocolate instead of chutney Good red wine instead of bad red wine Next time I remember your birthday
I ate peaches straight from the can The juice ran down my tongue Over my lip Slipped down my chin Dripped onto your parents' carpet
The air in here is dead But we're not finished yet Throw the back door open Let me see your breath
I love you like a madman I miss you all the time I wait for the morning I will wait all night
I mixed rum and coke and lemonade Asked for my presents in the kitchen Alone again at 3am I listened to them With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges Of the tiles and the tables You didn't sit up waiting But somehow slept sober