Not Another Holiday Movie

[Verse 1] The lights are all twinkling, just like on TV, But real life isn’t perfect, it’s messier, you see. I’m not wearing red velvet or heels in the snow, I’m in sweats on the couch, watchin’ reruns alone. [Verse 2] In those holiday movies, love’s simple and sweet, With a kiss in the snow on some picturesque street. But I’m here with cold pizza, my love life a mess, Romance isn’t picture-perfect—more “real life” stress. [Chorus] This isn’t a Hallmark flick, no magical meet, No big-town banker sweepin’ me off my feet. There’s no scripted ending, no fake mistletoe, Just me and my couch, let it snow, let it snow. I’m not fallin’ in love with some stranger on cue, Not another holiday movie about a mystical love true. [Verse 3] In the movies, he’s charming, with a heart of pure gold, But out here in real life, he’ll probably ghost cold. No serenades on rooftops, no snow angels here, Just missed calls and broken promises, my dear. [Bridge] Yeah, they paint it so pretty, like love's guaranteed, But real love's a struggle, it’s not so cliché or clean. No “save the family bakery,” no last-minute change, Just life, with all its chaos and rearranged plans. [Chorus] This isn’t a Hallmark flick, no magical meet, No big-town banker sweepin’ me off my feet. There’s no scripted ending, no fake mistletoe, Just me and my couch, let it snow, let it snow. I’m not fallin’ in love with some stranger on cue, Not another holiday movie about a mystical love true. [Outro] I'll click on through those holiday scenes, ‘Cause real love’s not wrapped up in Hallmark dreams. Not another holiday movie, I’ll take life as it’s shown— Snowflakes and heartbreaks, in a world of my own. [Chorus] This isn’t a Hallmark flick, no magical meet, No big-town banker sweepin’ me off my feet. There’s no scripted ending, no fake mistletoe, Just me and my couch, let it snow, let it snow. I’m not fallin’ in love with some stranger on cue, Not another holiday movie about a mystical love true. [Chorus] This isn’t a Hallmark flick, no magical meet, No big-town banker sweepin’ me off my feet. There’s no scripted ending, no fake mistletoe, Just me and my couch, let it snow, let it snow. I’m not fallin’ in love with some stranger on cue, Not another holiday movie about a mystical love true.