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Matthew Milia - Christmas from a Deadmall lyrics

Artist: Matthew Milia

album: Even Fuckboys Get the Blues


Mid-November
One-Hundred-and-point-three
Have yourself
A Merry Little Christmas, baby
I hardly ever leave the house
I wish that I was back
In your little red shack
I am home from war or some tour of some blurry life
To some November world where
You're not my girl or my wife
Drive to Somerset Mall and my sweat pants fall
Move down Square Lake Road
In broken code
In a trance, all
That I could ever need
Is to know there's no loss
What could supersede
Your warm sheets, my Ms. Santa Claus
There's the subdivision
That my nana lives in, where
Christmas lives in basement boxes and
90s sitcom television
Mid-November
WNIC
I'll be home for Christmas
Alone with Bing Crosby
Drive down two-seventy-five
Inside my heated orb
Pretend I'm picking up your
Absent ghost from the airport
But I woke up in Frandor Plaza
In the middle of the night
There was no one there
Just blinding light
In fifteen years, Somerset Mall will be
Just like them all
Summit Place
Dump it all to waste
I pass the white roadside domes
Where the past plays indoor soccer
I pass the bright mansion homes
Where the dusk collects in lockers
I pass the night as it combs
Its way into my adult hair
I pass the light as the night
Stings youth with its sharp air
Merry Christmas, everyone
I see my world so undone
And gone
But where to?
Oh, you
Happy New Year too
(Last New Year's you past through here on the way to your new life
And in the childhood bedroom of my father's house I made believe you were my wife
Your car got stained white in the blizzard world
Looking frozen like it had traveled through time through that blizzard world we knew together
You left and I can't make coffee without being overwhelmed
By the simultaneous reminder and absence of your simple sweetness)
Merry Christmas, coffee pot
It's beginning to look a whole lot like
Christmas

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