The Holiday

I'm coming home for the holiday
I haven't changed, I just stayed the same
I miss you, I do

You're still a kid, the picture my mom took that's on the fridge
And we don't want to take it down, you're still around

I tiptoe around the obvious
I don't think I will get over it
My mom's catching on that I'm a liar
I'm afraid that I don't like December

It is a blessing and it's a curse
The smallest hometown on planet Earth
To worry is all I'll do
You'll be out shopping with someone else
I'll feel so guilty for avoiding you
I don't know that if I say hey, I'll ruin the whole day

I tiptoe around the obvious edge
I don't think I will get over it
My mom's catching on that I'm a liar
I'm afraid that I don't like December

Of course, the one time I see you is getting flowers
From the coffee shop we used to go to all the time
I can't lose you for the word of me

I tiptoe around the obvious
I'll never ever get over it
My mom's catching on that I'm a liar
You're the reason I don't like December