Into My Arms
Midnight
The snow that's falling paints the roads white
I think about you in the fire light
And if you're all alone
I see you
In pictures hanging in the bedroom
I still breathe the smell of your perfume
Like vanity, I can't control
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
Parties
Every night out in the city
When people ask me how I'm doing
I just smile and say I'm fine
But I'm a liar
I see you everywhere
I'm tired of being lonely
A denier of the only love I've ever known
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
So I'm gonna spend the holidays alone
I'll put the needle on your favorite song
I'll read the letter that you left for me
The night that we became a memory
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
I want you back into my arms
The snow that's falling paints the roads white
I think about you in the fire light
And if you're all alone
I see you
In pictures hanging in the bedroom
I still breathe the smell of your perfume
Like vanity, I can't control
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
Parties
Every night out in the city
When people ask me how I'm doing
I just smile and say I'm fine
But I'm a liar
I see you everywhere
I'm tired of being lonely
A denier of the only love I've ever known
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
So I'm gonna spend the holidays alone
I'll put the needle on your favorite song
I'll read the letter that you left for me
The night that we became a memory
I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells
Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well
I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards
I just want you back into my arms
I want you back into my arms
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Driggers
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