Memories of Christmas Past

Another cold night
Everyone tucked away inside

Not me

I'm at Tap-a-Keg getting high.
And you're standing by my side

That was the Christmas Eve I remember most

Hoping that the right mix will give us escape
Praying that we get through the night
Holding each other tight
Letting the booze tell us lies

And when we're done doing it to each other
We'll cling tight in our bed and hope we don't wake

But the next day we will and it will be Christmas
Alone again