Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Well I was sinking into your paint
But I’m a vessel without a sea
You can sink me with your satire
When you’re trying to set me free
Well I can get you if you hate
I can get you with your rules
You can fix me with your sentiment
You can break me with your truth
I can bring you a bucket of shame
Throw your cares away
All messed up inside
And I might come back someday
When we’re old and grey, I’ll come back someday
Well I’ll curse you with a chord
I can heal you when you bleed
I can fill you with my logic
I can kill you with my greed
I can bring you a bucket of shame
Throw your cares away
All messed up inside
And I might come back someday
When we’re old and grey, I’ll come back someday
Your lies are a shelter from the endless rain
On the endless road, there is no reason here
We’re all insane, we’re all inspired
I can bring you a bucket of shame
Throw your cares away
All messed up inside
And I might come back someday
When we’re old and grey, I’ll come back someday