These are your good years
Don't take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I'm of good cheer
Cause I've been checking my list
The gifts you're receiving from me
Will be

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Happy new years baby
You owe me the best gift I will ever ask for
Don't call me up, when the snow comes down
It's the only thing I want this year

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
All I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I want to see
Underneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less

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Writer(s): ANDREW HURLEY, ANDREW JOHN HURLEY, JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN, JOSEPH TROHMAN, PATRICK MARTIN STUMP, PATRICK STUMP, PETER LEWIS WENTZ, PETER WENTZ