Break Up Holiday
Been moping around
Hoping to avoid a breakdown
I know you'll be back in town next week
I was feeling fine
It's like I jumped back in time
My SAD's at an all time peak
Gonna have to see him again
We still have all the same friends
If I don't go out then that's letting him win
I'm gonna walk up to him
In some glittery dress
And ask him, "How are you?
That's great, I really wish you the best"
And then just walk way
This break up holiday, yeah
I think that I might be drunk
Went a little hard on the punch
Feeling emotionally raw and real
I'm not unreasonable
But he's not allowed to make jokes
And if I see my friends laughin' they're dead to me
Gonna have to see him again
It's like this night never ends
But if I go home now that's letting him win
I'm gonna walk up to him
Like some glittery mess
And tell him, "You're the worst
I hate you, God I miss you so bad"
And then just walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
The most wonderful time of the year
All decked out in self loathing and fear
Do I get him a present or not?
The thing that counts is the thought
Wouldn't want him to think that I've been thinking about him
He's not gonna win
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Hoping to avoid a breakdown
I know you'll be back in town next week
I was feeling fine
It's like I jumped back in time
My SAD's at an all time peak
Gonna have to see him again
We still have all the same friends
If I don't go out then that's letting him win
I'm gonna walk up to him
In some glittery dress
And ask him, "How are you?
That's great, I really wish you the best"
And then just walk way
This break up holiday, yeah
I think that I might be drunk
Went a little hard on the punch
Feeling emotionally raw and real
I'm not unreasonable
But he's not allowed to make jokes
And if I see my friends laughin' they're dead to me
Gonna have to see him again
It's like this night never ends
But if I go home now that's letting him win
I'm gonna walk up to him
Like some glittery mess
And tell him, "You're the worst
I hate you, God I miss you so bad"
And then just walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
The most wonderful time of the year
All decked out in self loathing and fear
Do I get him a present or not?
The thing that counts is the thought
Wouldn't want him to think that I've been thinking about him
He's not gonna win
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
Walk away
This break up holiday, yeah
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Writer(s): Andrew Hall, Peter Richards
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