Sickly Sweet Holidays - Dallon Weekes

Oh, lights are shining down, but

I feel dead

The sickly sweet holidays keep

Me in bed

But when I’m awake

I’m crying every day

I wish that you were here

When Christmas comes this time each year

I’ll wrap you up and send you

To myself (send you to myself)

I don’t want anything from

Anyone else

I’m sitting in my room

Dreaming of you

I can’t wait 'til you get here

When Christmas comes this time each year

Yeah yeah!

I’m feeling better since you

Returned my calls, so

String up some Christmas lights let’s

Deck these halls

I’ve one more thing to say

Don’t ever go away

Oh, I’m glad you’re here

When Christmas comes this time each year

Yeah

Oh oh, oh woah

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da

Ba da da, ba da da