You look so happy
in just a sweater
stay here forever
holding coffee
and pastries

it's a bittersweet Christmas eve
thinking of what could be
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you alive
I want you inside
my memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists the knife
like a salty bleed
these oceans keep tumbling and taunting me

it's a bittersweet Christmas eve
thinking of what could be
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you alive
I want you inside
my memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists the knife
like a salty bleed
these oceans keep tumbling and taunting me

we all have a past
some good and some bad
we know how it feels
when it doesn't feel like
the pictures makes it seem

but on the surface
you couldn't more be more perfect
when I know deep down
You miss who's not around

a part of you's out of town
but homes the sound of you
strumming the part
that lost and grew

bedhead chaotic
cinnamon melodic
homes the sound of you
strumming the part
that lost and grew

it's a bittersweet Christmas eve
thinking of what could be
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you inside
these memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists the knife
like a salty bleed
these memories keep tumbling and taunting me

it's a bittersweet Christmas eve
thinking of what could be
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you alive
I want you inside
these memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists the knife
like a salty bleed
(these oceans keep tumbling and taunting me)
(staycation at home, planted a Christmas tree)

scrapbook my life
into cute highlights
even if I feel like
I'm on the outside
even if I know
no one ever really dies
you never really died
(staycation at home)
(planted a Christmas tree)

it's a bittersweet Christmas eve
thinking of what could be
and I don't want a lot
I just want it how it should be
I want you inside
these memories that live on the outside
these holiday's twists the knife
like a salty bleed
these memories keep tumbling and taunting me