Bleachers - Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call

To the tempo of your uptight
Is the flicker of a streetlight
You know this moment, don't you

And time is strangely calm now
'Cause everybody's gone it's
Just you and your anger

Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind
You were mine, but you were awful every time
So don't tell them what you told me
Don't hold me like you know me
I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow
Running through the halls of your haunted home
And the toughest part is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please don't call

You really left me on the line, kid
Holding all your baggage
You know I'm not your father
Who says welcome to your uptight
While it flickers like a streetlight
He flickers through your damage

Oh, golden boy, you shined a light on your home
And at your best, you were magic, we were sold
But don't tell 'em what you told me
Don't even tell 'em that you know me
I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow
Running through the halls of your haunted home
And the toughest part is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please don't call

One ticket out of your heavy gaze
I want one ticket off of your carousel
I want one ticket out of your heavy gaze
I want one ticket off of your carousel

But you should know that I die slow
Running through the halls of your haunted home
And the toughest part is that we both know
What happened to you
Why you're out on your own
Merry Christmas, please don't call
Merry Christmas, I'm not yours at all
Merry Christmas, please don't call me

Please don't call me
Please don't call me
Please don't call me