In the coming weeks, it'll all be over.
"Season's Greeting", and all that jazz.
After Christmas, my birthday, the new year..
We're leaving for good, see ya, Dad.

It's been a year now, since it first cropped up.
"I'll tell him I'm leaving, just give me time."
How does twelve months sound, dear mother of mine?
Twelve whole months to layer your words with grime.

Back in August - "I'm leaving you now."
He talked you around, put my life on hold.
But now in January, where will you go?
It seems your plans have turned green with mold.

When you first told me, I was jumping for joy.
Free from his grip, his tightening claws.
But now, after thinking, I'm not so sure..
I mean, yeah okay, he does have his flaws.

But we've gotten closer, these past few weeks.
Seems we've bridged the gap between us.
I don't know what to do, to think anymore,
The only thoughts I have NOW are poisonous..

I doubt it'll happen in the end, anyway.
It's been too long for us to leave.
I just wish you'd stop playing with my life..
Guess we'll all find out on New Year's Eve?

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