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I almost wish that I would be called in to work tonight, just so I could get away from my mom's crazy decorating frenzy.

I would understand if we hosted Christmas, but we don't anymore, so what the hell?

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I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head