A two-week notice For self-importance An only child on the run A loaded magnum Pressed to her temple But no one else can see the gun Christmas alone December air descends anon Nowhere to go All her friends are with the ones they love Charge electronics But no one's calling Oh, little girl, are you no fun? And she is tired The world's a liar! How long can she live without a cigarette inside of her Lungs? Christmas alone December air descends anon Nowhere to go All her friends are with the ones they love Cuz I can see her Crying to herself to get to sleep Wishing mistletoe was in her future But oh, she's so alone No one thought of her tonight And oh! Christmas alone If the liquor store guy asks, she'll say that she's having the time of her life