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CB 125 β€’ Freak On Christmas Eve (Cover)

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Emma Sullivan
Emma Sullivan
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Candy canes on the floor Empty bowl, trash TV roar Santa laugh track, laugh at me Same dumb plot, scene thirteen Mom’s half-asleep on the couch Phone screen glow on my mouth Red and green, teeth and claws Plastic cheer with plastic claws Group chat blowing up my face They’re out there, glitter, smoke and bass Typing β€œwish u were here” Delete it, taste the bitter in my ear I’m a freak on Christmas Eve Black boots on the family rug Silver chains on this ugly sleeve While the whole damn world’s in love Let ’em toast their sugar dreams I’m the glitch in the tinsel stream I’m a freak on Christmas Eve And I’m bored out of my skull They’re all posted in the club Candy gloss, peppermint hugs Reindeer ears, velvet bows Perfect smiles, filtered glow I got eyeliner like a bruise Broken star on my tattoo Silent night, click click click Knife of time, every second sticks They whisper when I walk in class β€œCorpse bride, walking car crash” Tonight they’re queens of red and white I’m queen of rust, of smoke, of spite I’m a freak on Christmas Eve Black boots on the family rug Silver chains on this ugly sleeve While the whole damn world’s in love Let ’em toast their sugar dreams I’m the glitch in the tinsel stream I’m a freak on Christmas Eve And I’m bored out of my skull Change the channel, nothing changes Snow globe world in shining cages Turn the volume up to pain Let the static eat my brain Goth kid, black lip, wrong playlist They don’t get the thrill in this madness I want strobes, I want sweat on my neck Not this weak rom-com train wreck You call me weird, I call it holy Chaos church in monochromy If I had my people here We’d set this holy night on fear I’m a freak on Christmas Eve I’m a freak on Christmas Eve