Gumdrop

And I can see snow outside, it's coming down faster than the bums back at the home
Coming down, faster than this love we have, that I've just gotten to know
And it's gotten cold outside my dear, but not half as cold as it's in here
Still the heaters on full blast, and it's been this way for the entire year
Remember last night out on the lawn? Where there arose such a clatter, that the cops had to take me away for awhile, but I still could not see what was the matter
And children were singing somewhere outside, but the only sound I heard instead
Was you screaming and throwing heavy objects at my head
Now was it the whiskey, Gumdrop, or was it me? Burning through that white stuff on the tree
that made you crazy, made you sad, made you pine for somewhere else to be?
Maybe it's the whiskey or the light burning off that white stuff on the tree, but I simply cannot recall a girl so fine as you look right now to me...
So Merry Christmas, Gumdrop I'm sorry but it's true there's nothing hanging in my tree that I can see that shines half as bright as you..
And Merry Christmas Sweetheart if I had one wish for the year to come, is that it won't take Christmas to try and fix all the stupid things that I have done
And now you're sleeping, all snug inside your bed and I watch you and wonder what new sugarplum you are dancing with now, there inside your head.
Now I will admit that my bag of gifts ain't the biggest in this sleigh, but clarity's angel has shone all around me tonight. I hope it's not too late.
Still you know me: much like the dry leaves before the wild hurricane, when met with an obstacle. I tend to wanna fight
As I try one last dose, I'm engrossed by a host, some gift bearing ghost of better times and sunshine past. The gift you'll never see, as I lay beneath the tree, is my conscience for you at last.
So Merry Christmas, Gumdrop I'm sorry but it's true there's nothing hanging in my tree that I can see that shines half as bright as you..
And Merry Christmas Sweetheart if I had one wish for the year to come, is that it won't take Christmas to realize what a fool I have become...