Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fifteen Times Songtext

Here comes winter trial, wishing I could remember being a child.
On my knees again begging for Jesus or maybe an OK friend.
I have been betrayed, by an anger that broke me, broke me.
Here's to what I could have done.
Another year passes I still feel on the run.
Pull the winter inside me, I draw a picture, but it's not the way you plan, ever.
Round cold Christmas time I never feel quite real.
My family fucks me up, some wounds don't ever seem to heal,
I get drunk to forget their faces but part of me still misses a home.
His holy infancy won't fill the hole.