I don't feel like going home for Christmas
It's not that merry place it used to be
My mother ain't on speaking terms with my sister
And my sister ain't on speaking terms with me
Holidays don't always mean forgiveness
When there's eggshells over every inch of floor
I don't feel like going home for Christmas
I'm not sure I belong there anymore
Christmas tree, why did they take you out the woods
And put you here, dying in front of us
We might not be where we're supposed to be at all
But maybe that's where we're supposed to be
I don't think I'm going home for Christmas
The flight's so long, the bag's so hard to pack
And on the plane my neck always gets so twisted
By the time I land, I'm already headed back
So I'm out here, skating on the distance
Hanging up the mistletoe myself
I don't think I'm going home for Christmas
Cause i can't bear to talk to no one else
Christmas tree, why did they take you out the woods
And put you here, dying in front of us
We might not be where we're supposed to be at all
But maybe that's the only place anyone can be
I know I'm not coming home for Christmas
I'm sorry if you're blue and wish I would
One less plate to clean while doing the dishes
One less gift you buy because you should
If you think of me while hanging up the pictures
Don't you stain the tinsel with your tears
Cause I don't feel like coming home for Christmas
But I hope I will by this time next year
Yeah I hope I will by this time next year
Yeah I hope I will by this time next year