there's ice on the road, hear the radio

they'll play a song for you, and maybe me too

you're not listening, it’s almost Christmas you

ain't going back to school, I won't be seeing you

maybe come next year I'll be your friend again.

paint your living room, green and gold maroon

hide the memories, they don't have time for you

hark the angels sing, feeling your heart sink

ain't swimming back to shore, the water is too cold

your tears will make you drown you before they hit the ground

paint me factory grey and I'll pretend we're okay

make your snow angels blue, and maybe the rumors are true

you are the homesick kind / garland, snow, and a place to cry

smoke your cigarettes and try to forget

that things aren’t what you hoped or if they ever were

never wanting more, leave an open door

your friends left you behind, you never pay no mind

maybe come next year you’ll feel the same again

though things are not the same, you’ll try to regain

a sense of sanity and felicity

you will find me here, right where you left me

I haven’t gone too far, I’ll be where you are

the world’s forgetting on you, I’ll be lost too

paint me strawberry red and I'll forget what you said

make your snow angels blue and maybe the rumors are true

color me your pine tree green and I'll imagine you here

you’re making your snow angels blue maybe the rumors are true

you are the loving kind / garland, snow, and you ask me why

letting go and a place to cry