The Holiday

The Holiday
It’s getting colder now that your not around
No holiday without you
New York so pretty when the snow hits the ground
I miss those winters with you
Maybe it’s too much to ask
Missing your feel on the dashboard
Running through pages of passports

Now I’m alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you
No more mistletoes, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I’ll unpack
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that make me want you back
Got everything I want last Christmas
This year there’s a couple things missing
You’re the only thing left on my wishlist
These nights I’m reminiscing
Back when your green eyes shined bright than the tree
And we watched home alone high until we fell asleep
No more mistletoes, ugly sweaters, bad cologne
No more deck the halls in this place we called a home
An attic full of baggage I pretend that I’ll unpack
There’s something ‘bout the holidays that make me want you back