A Holiday Song - Lisa Loeb

Everyone’s still sore from the holidays

Another pumpkin pie is burned

I still don’t have someone to turn to

Everyone is still stuck in their own ways

Hallmark ruined expectations bright

It never works out right

No greeting cards, just bleeding hearts and they won’t rescue you

Everyone’s still sore from the holidays

I’m through

Everyone’s still sore from the holidays

The scoreboard’s set up in the den

Your brother’s hoping that he’ll win

Everyone’s still hazy, were there better days?

No arguments at highest pitch

He said she was an «all time bitch»

Bad judgment calls, some egos bruised

No refs around to shout, «you lose»

Everyone’s still sore from the holidays

I’m through

A big ol' slice of heartbreak

A dollop of dismay

A scoop of do we have to be here

A piece of let us pray for next year

And dinner broke up early

As we shed our last tears

It’s just what we expected

And we’ll see you all next year

Everyone’s still sore from the holidays

I’m through