Fake smiles under mistletoe
Christmas lights ain't bright enough
To hide what's really fucked up
December twenty-fifth, another year of pretend
Mom's sippin' wine again, dad's face glued to his lens
Capturing moments that feel so damn hollow inside
While grandma asks 'bout my life, I perfect my lies
Wrapping paper scattered 'round like broken dreams
Everyone actin' happy, but shit ain't what it seems
Family photos on the wall, we look so perfect, yeah
But underneath this mask, I'm feeling worthless, yeah
Mistletoe memories haunting me now
Forced love and fake hugs, showing me how
We dance around truth like it's made of glass
While ghosts of Christmas past
Keep dragging me back, yeah
Little Marcus learned quick how to play this game
Put on your Christmas sweater, hide all that pain
They say blood's thicker than water, but I'm drowning here
In traditions we follow year after year
Presents can't fix what's broken deep within
This holiday spirit feels like original sin
Standing under mistletoe, feeling so alone
In a room full of family that feels like strangers at home
Can't unwrap these feelings
Mistletoe memories haunting me now
Forced love and fake hugs, showing me how
We dance around truth like it's made of glass
While ghosts of Christmas past
Keep dragging me back, yeah
We're dying under mistletoe