Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light. From now on, our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Make the yuletide gay. From now on, our troubles will be miles away. Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days, of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, Gather near to us, once more. Through the years, we all will be together If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now. Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days, of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, Gather near to us, once more. Through the years, we all will be together If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas, Have yourself A merry little Christmas Have yourself A merry little Christmas, now.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Next year, all our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay Next year, all our troubles will be miles away Once again as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Will be near to us once more Someday soon we all will be together If the fates allow Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow So have yourself a merry little Christmas now Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay Next year, all our troubles will be miles away Once again as in olden days Happy gold days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Will be near to us once more Someday soon we all will be together If the fates allow So hang a shining star Upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little Christmas now (Have yourself a merry little Christmas now)

Have yourself a merry little Christmas May your days be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yule-tide gay From now on our troubles will be far away Here we are like the olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years, we all will be together If the Fates allow Hang a shining star up on the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Here we are, as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are, as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow Hang a shinning star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Here we are, as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the fates allow Hang a shinning star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

For a chemical imbalance, you sure know how to ride a train Your revolution is a deathbed and the music is your maid When someone comes a-knockin' with a needle on a tray Only your lonesome lies beside you, for you told me not to stay You are somebody's baby, some mother held you near No, it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear There is no distraction that can make me disappear No, there's nothing that won't remind you I will always be right here And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home with you tonight We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down It's as if we are one-hundred, know I won't still be around Because I've fallen, yes, I've fallen right into the love I've found Long before I reach one-hundred, I'll have fallen to the ground And for generations, they'll romance us, make us more Or much less than ever was before, The Chelsea and the floor Make us stand before the masses like two speakers for the poor When there was no revolution, nothing we were fighting for And you spit the blood back Spit the blood back, baby I'm amazed that you're alright Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight And you can call the service bell When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel And I'll stay out of my own hell Oh, so long, prison boy I won't be home, I won't be home I won't be home with you tonight Tonight

When the speed kicks in I go to the store for nothing And walk right by The house where you lived with Snow White I wonder if she ever thought The storybook tiles on the roof were too much But from the window, it's not a bad show If your favorite thing's Dianetics or stucco The drugstores are open all night The only real reason I moved to the east side I love a good place to hide in plain sight What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met And here, everyone knows you're the way to my heart Hear so many stories of you at the bar Most times, alone, and some, looking your worst But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers Man, I wish that I could say the same I swear I'm not angry, that's just my face A copycat killer with a chemical cut Either I'm careless or I wanna get caught Who I'm not What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met It's for the best I can't open my mouth and forget how to talk 'Cause even if I could Wouldn't know where to start Wouldn't know when to stop

Sometimes I think I'm a killer I scared you in your house I even scared myself by talking About Dahmer on your couch But I can't sleep next to a body Even harmless in death Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd miss you And faking sleep to count your breath Can the killer in me tame the fire in you? Oh, is there nothing left to do for us? I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood And there's nothing I can do But when I'm sick and tired And when my mind is barely there When a machine keeps me alive And I'm losing all my hair I hope you kiss my rotten head And pull the plug Know that I've burned every playlist And I've given all my love Can the killer in me tame the fire in you? I know there's something waiting for us I am sick of the chase but I'm stupid in love And there's nothing I can do And there's nothing I can do

Laying down on the lawn I'm tired of trying to get in the house I'm thinking out loud I've been playing dead my whole life And I get this feeling whenever I feel good It'll be the last time But I feel something when I see you now I feel something when I see you If you're a work of art I'm standing too close I can see the brush strokes I hate your mom I hate it when she opens her mouth It's amazing to me how much you can say When you don't know what you're talking about But I feel something when I see you now I feel something when I see you I used to light you up Now I can't even get you to play the drums 'Cause I don't know what I want Until I fuck it up But I feel something when I see you now I feel something I'll climb through the window again But right now it feels good not to stand Then I'll leave it wide open Let the dystopian morning light pour in