i forgot how this one goes but

i want to come home for the holidays. forget the presents, forget the socks and how many ornaments have kissed the hardwood-- i need somebody to tell me that staying in one piece is overrated anyways. i don't want to come home to boisterous guests pushing shoulders and swallowing knives as party tricks, no. i don't want that. instead, i'd like to come home to a home for once. brick and mortar, selfishly cemented. no gift wrapped apologies, no socks, no guests, just us.

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