imagine
it's christmas eve and
you've got nothing more
than a large bowl of confusion
- some people call you beautiful
but you've cried to sleep
and you've had your make up on since yesterday
you overslept in your aunt's bed
you know there's always one escape
you can drive to another city
you can see christmas from above
while drinking champagne with him
but all you'll gonna do is
wake up and play with the cats
and occasionally think about leaving
cause that's what you always do
you go somewhere and then you leave