My scars scare many
But pain is a gold medal
I wear wounds with pride

I tasted
the sting of whiskey
on your lips as we
kissed, your body betraying
you one last time, it was saying,
“I couldn’t handle myself sober for this.”
we said our last goodbye, without
ever saying a word.

The Christmas Blues
are falling like snow-
they chill me to the bone.
I'm all wrapped up
in the Christmas Blues
just like the presents
underneath your tree

You are an angel
straight from the city of light.
I am a sinner
but when I'm with you,
I strive to be
a saint.