Santa

When we were younger, we were smaller
But then we grew a little tall
And, yeah, we're talking like we're big grown-ups, but
We don't really know it all

We could jump along the pavement
We'd go running through the yard
I used to wish that I could fly, but, oh
Now I wish I had it all

You hate your father
And then you move away
You find out love's not real and
Santa's just another name

When you were seven, you were so proud
You'd go running to your mom
You'd wanna tell her all the things you did
Until the liquor came along

And now you're drinking in a basement
Now you're smoking on a beach
And then you call her when you're freaking out
'Cause you forget how to speak

You hate your father
And then you move away
You find out love's not real and
Santa's just another name

You're so much taller
But it's not the same
'Cause you used to think by now
Everything would be okay



Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Aroian
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