I fell like a spill
With nowhere to land
I thought I was ill
Shaking from my hands
You left hours after Christmas
Glad trash bags
Torn wrapping paper
Empty boxes
Another finished caper
If only we could be strangers again
Then nothing would have to end
If only we could be strangers again
But somebody's gotta pay for our sins
I held on to
A jagged edge
Cutting my fingers
Even bone bled
I got released from prison
Hours after Christmas
Contents filled a glad trash bag
Torn and tattered
Nothing really mattered
But I carried it all the same
If only we could be strangers again
Then nothing would have to end
If only we could be strangers again
But somebody's gotta pay for our sins
If only we could be strangers again
If only we could be strangers again
Then this wouldn't be...
THE END