Everything But You Under This Tree (Remastered) (Cover)

dark modern Christmas ballad, cinematic sad-pop, indie

There’s cocoa on the counter, one mug left untouched,
Your spot on this couch still holds a little too much.
This home is dressed for Christmas like a perfect TV scene,
But every single light just outlines where you should’ve been.

Yeah, the world keeps turning pages, calling all this joy,
But I’m stuck on our first December like a kid with a broken toy.
You moved on with the seasons, left our story in that year,
Now I’m standing in this living room wishing you were walking in here.

Yeah, the stockings are hanging where your smile should be,
Radio plays Silent Night, but it won’t bring me peace.
Every ribbon on these gifts tied around your memory,
All these wrapped-up presents don’t mean anything,
When the only thing I wanted isn’t here with me,
’Cause I’ve got everything but you under this tree.

I remember you in sweaters, laughing about “one day,”
How you hated all the cold but loved the lights anyway.
I pictured you here barefoot, dancing in my kitchen glow,
But you never made it to this Christmas; you just melted with the snow.

I don’t stock your favorite gin on the shelf by the light,
What’s the point of keeping bottles when you never stay the night.
There’s an empty space left waiting where your glass used to be,
I stopped saving what you loved here when you stopped choosing me.

I hope your December’s gentle, I hope you’re warm and free,
You forgot to remember me, but this season never did for me,
Now the loudest sound in this house is the empty in me.

2023/7500

there’s a wreath on the door, fake snow on the glass, Kids are laughing down the hallway as the days fly past. Blinking back the memory of when you loved me, I top the tree with something bright so they don’t see. There’s cocoa on the counter, one mug left untouched, Your spot on this couch still holds a little too much. This home is dressed for Christmas like a perfect TV scene, But every single light just outlines where you should’ve been. Yeah, the world keeps turning pages, calling all this joy, But I’m stuck on our first December like a kid with a broken toy. You moved on with the seasons, left our story in that year, Now I’m standing in this living room wishing you were walking in here. Yeah, the stockings are hanging where your smile should be, Radio plays Silent Night, but it won’t bring me peace. Every ribbon on these gifts tied around your memory, All these wrapped-up presents don’t mean anything, When the only thing I wanted isn’t here with me, ’Cause I’ve got everything but you under this tree. I remember you in sweaters, laughing about “one day,” How you hated all the cold but loved the lights anyway. I pictured you here barefoot, dancing in my kitchen glow, But you never made it to this Christmas; you just melted with the snow. I don’t stock your favorite gin on the shelf by the light, What’s the point of keeping bottles when you never stay the night. There’s an empty space left waiting where your glass used to be, I stopped saving what you loved here when you stopped choosing me. I hope your December’s gentle, I hope you’re warm and free, You forgot to remember me, but this season never did for me, Now the loudest sound in this house is the empty in me. Yeah, the stockings are hanging where your smile should be, Radio plays Silent Night, but it won’t bring me peace. Every ribbon on these gifts tied around your memory, All these wrapped-up presents don’t mean anything, When the only thing I wanted isn’t here with me, ’Cause I’ve got everything but you under this tree.

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