Christmas

(music and lyrics by Peter Federowicz)

Down on the street tonight,
They're stringing up the lights again,
Here in my bathroom,
I tie a rope to the showerhead,

I'm coming to meet ya,
I'm dying to hurt you,
I'm looking to burn you,
I'm coming to see ya,
I'm dying to hurt you,
I'm hoping to ask you,
To love me do,

Christmas...

Down on the avenue,
I can hear the children sing, Christmas,
Here in my bathroom,
I sit alone with out a friend,

I'm coming to meet ya,
I'm dying to hurt you,
I''m hooking to burn you,
I'm coming to see ya,
I'm dying to hurt you,
I'm hoping to ask you,

How can a man,
Let life slip through his hands,
Maybe holding your hand could be,
Exactly what I need,
Wringing my hands,
I''m breaking up with me,
I'm breaking up to me.