Lyrics Lisa Loeb – A Holiday Song

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