Made Christmas my own!

You throw the thought of us away
You'll be alone this holiday

Let's not shit ourselves.

You were carved from bone

but your heart is just sand

and the wind is gonna scatter it

and cover everything with love!

Exhale with a sigh of exhaustion

How sad, when this is what your life has been reduced to. A single room apartment containing no more than a mattress. How sad, when the strings have been removed from the blinds and all the outlets have been painted over. And the television screen is streaked with blood and smeared from your knuckles as you were trying to punch it out, but you underestimated it's strength. ...Or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock at the door, you arise for the first time in two days to answer. But you can only greet the visitor with one short statement. "Hello, my first name is distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again."
Hello, my name is distance.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
I really don't care if I never wake up again.

because that's all that you get, so you'll have to accept

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire, something that would make me never want another, something that would make it so that nothing matters and all would be clear then. But I guess I'll have to settle for a few breif moments and watch it all desolve into a single second.