[Intro – spoken, half-laugh] Don’t look at me like that… It was the mistletoe. [Chorus] It was the mistletoe — honest though, I was reaching for my coat, lost my hold. Cameras up, glitter throat, people pose, I don’t play sweet if the story’s cold. It was the mistletoe — honest though, hear the room go hush, then it goes. If you want a villain, pick someone else, I’m just trying to get home in one piece — that’s all. [Verse 1] Work do’s loud, cheap prosecco, red cheeks, HR eyes like a tally of sins. Someone’s “fine”, someone’s fuming beneath, Someone’s filming for the group chat again. I clock the quiet ones stuck by the wall, I clock the jokes that land sharp on a mate. So I pull up a chair like a referee would, and I say what I mean while they smile and translate. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t do snow-globe lies, I don’t do “keep it light”. If you’re cruel in a Santa hat, you’re still cruel at night. [Chorus] It was the mistletoe — honest though, I was reaching for my coat, lost my hold. Cameras up, glitter throat, people pose, I don’t play sweet if the story’s cold. It was the mistletoe — honest though, hear the room go hush, then it goes. If you want a villain, pick someone else, I’m just trying to get home in one piece — that’s all. [Verse 2] Family lunch, paper crowns, old patterns, Same thin comments wrapped up as “fun”. Auntie says, “You’re intense,” I go, “Madam, I’m allergic to bull— and I’m done.” I make space for the cousin who can’t breathe, I take the heat so they don’t have to speak. If goodwill’s real, it shows in the moment, not a photo, not a caption, not a week. [Bridge – lift, chanty] Say it plain, say it sweet, say it so they can hear, Love’s not rules, love’s not fear. If you’re kind, be it now, not once a year. Once a year… once a year… [Final Chorus – bigger, gang-vocal edge] It was the mistletoe — honest though, but I meant every word, that’s the joke. If you want “nice”, earn it back, don’t perform, I’m not a prop for your holiday smoke. It was the mistletoe — honest though, now the band hits hard and the truth still glows. Raise a glass to the ones who kept it real, and a toast to getting out… with your heart still whole.
