Love is like the rose that I put on my coffin door,
just like the white carpet while I'm bleeding on the floor.
Pretty at first, but it all goes away...
Not far from where I died before,
your wreath hangs on my bedroom door.
It's been another year too long.
I hear that voice in every song.
Still seeping through once painted walls,
it echoes slowly down the hall.
I'll knock myself back out to sleep.
This holiday's not mine to keep.
Love is like the glass that's cutting through my coffin door,
just like shiny images that pulled me in before.
Tempting at first, but it all goes away...
Remembering that ceiling fan,
watching it spin out of my hands...
I'm dancing with a ghost tonight
until you break the Christmas lights.
And when it's worth a thousand tears,
I'll sing it back if no one hears.
These decorations go away;
tomorrow still comes anyway.
Love is like the hammer that's been trudging through my head,
somewhat like the ferris wheel I hang above my bed.
Haunting at first, but it all goes away.
So what else can I say about you?