It's Not Christmas

Me in my apron
You in your ugly sweater
We're in the kitchen
Never end up cooking dinner

Cuz I say I can't feel the cold when I look in your eyes
You say red and green bring the blue out of mine
Then you're my apron
And I'm in your ugly red sweater

Now all our traditions
Make me sick to my stomach
Cuz they belonged to you and I
Now you got yours and I lost mine
So it's not Christmas
If I'm still missing you

Fireplace hums
And walls all dressed up with stockings
You put on a song
We dance along to Crosby

I'd say I can't feel the cold when I look in your eyes
But you're gone, said you're not supposed to be mine
Now the fireplace hums
But the walls look so dumb without your stocking

Now all our traditions
Make me sick to my stomach
Cuz they belonged to you and I
Now you've got yours and I lost mine
So it's not Christmas
If I'm still missing you