[Intro] [Jingle Bells] Lights flare, heart bare, I trace a crooked trail Cold cuts deep like a memory‑laden gale [Verse 1] [style: rock] Everyone’s merry; I’m wired and awake They stir up warmth; I stir up old ache Grandma says “cheer up,” I nod but I lie The weight of Decembers keeps brushing me by [Pre-chorus] [style: rock] They call it magic, I call it fear How do you wrap joy when the past’s still near? [Chorus] [style: rock, 80s hair rock] I suck at Christmas, that’s my seasonal song I lose the thread while they all sing along I don’t feel the rush or the picture‑perfect bliss But I keep getting pulled into all of this Yeah, I suck at Christmas—there, I said it [Verse 2] [style: rock] Sweater itching, memories scratching my skin Carols echo places I’ve stumbled in Spilled eggnog shadows old routines A house full of laughter where I feel in between [Pre-chorus] [style: rock] They say it’s merry, I say it’s loud I fake a ho‑ho‑hope just to blend in the crowd [Chorus] [style: rock, 80s hair rock] I suck at Christmas, that’s my seasonal song I lose the thread while they all sing along I don’t feel the rush or the picture‑perfect bliss But I keep getting pulled into all of this Yeah, I suck at Christmas—there, I said it [Bridge] [style: classic rock, blues hard rock] String lights spark when I plug them in Tree sways softly like a truth wearing thin Their glow keeps showing what I’ve kept within Maybe this season hurts where the healing begins [Guitar solo] [style: hard rock, string bending guitar solo] [Chorus] [style: rock, 80s hair rock] I suck at Christmas, that’s my seasonal song I lose the thread while they all sing along I don’t feel the rush or the picture‑perfect bliss But I keep getting pulled into all of this Yeah, I suck at Christmas—there, I said it [Outro] [style: rock, high-fidelity, spatial audio] Jingle the bells, I’ll steady my nerves Traditions bend into something I can serve Still I’ll show up each year, cautious but honest ’Cause trying at Christmas is quietly my promise
