Isabelle's Gift — Another Holiday lyrics

Lyrics

I can’t say enough.
Waste my breathe on nothing.
Sick of making up for everything.
I’m not significant, worthy, or realistic.
I’m not brave enough anyway.
Kids, guns, and cabernet,
another football Sunday.
The sting of Tanqueray
on the back of throat.
Another holiday.
Another ridiculing.
You’re all the same to me and I hope you choke.
For the sake
of the idiots
If it’s all the same.
Bye, bye.