Oh Christmas tree..

My friend wants to take a bit,
Party, Go right off her tit,
Get totally fucking lit,
Like a Christmas tree.

I say “I won’t touch that shit,
Not even the smallest bit,
Because I know that I will like it
Far too much you see.

And when you go too far
I don’t want to do CPR
On the floor of the latest bar
That you’ve dragged me to.”

I told her “In the ending you
Will wind up in ICU,
Face all corpse-pale-blue,
So be careful what you do.

After Christmas trees are cut
They die on Christmas day,
Then they’re burnt or thrown away,
Don’t be a Christmas tree that way.”


Drugs are baad, hmm’kaaay?
Dying is baad, hmm’kaaay?

Enjoy a safe end of year.
Hmm’kaaay?

Wha..?

Well I’ll admit, yeah,
I’m a little more than tipsy.
Took a handful of pills
With some single-malt whiskey.

Cos I don’t know anymore
What we’re on this planet for,
Why I’m bothering with sober
When my life feels like it’s over.

And the funny thing is, yeah,
The thing that gets to me,
No-one would even notice,
I’m the girl no one can see.

I could get stoned, get wasted,
Be tripping, shit-face-ed,
Makes no difference at all,
If I chose to make that call.

It doesn’t seem that far to fall
Anyway