This song ain't got nothin' on The Pogues
This isn't how I wanted Christmas to go
I'm all alone
For what seems like the first time
Everyone's grown up now
Ain't got no time for childish games anymore
Snow knocking on my front door
I'm staying in
With a bottle of rum and nothing else
This year I'm in my own company
And I've realized I'm not so merry
It's depressing that everyone's got priorities
While I'm stuck in my own head on Christmas Eve