I eat christmas cake in February in one way or another
an overestimation of the consumption of the season
that coughs me into the new year alone again
it’s a sickness these things that keep us apart
I am sure of myself as I strain at the bit
about love whoever mentioned it must be stoned
oh sweet Jesus why me why me why me why
now I won’t stand being alone again
oh Christ please let the fucking phone ring
a ring on my finger and everyone knows
the nose of my father and the cunt of my mother
mother me and never let me go again
a gain you have not lost a son
the sun still rises in the west
it cannot be the end of the world
for today is no colder than yesterday

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