• I thought I needed some space, which is why I guess I left
    But now, I realize, how alone I am, how I'm now bereft.
    How was I suppose to know how wrong I was?
    Now I'm not home for Christmas.
    I put a lot at stake,
    just trying to fix what I thought was a mistake.
    But in the end, I guess I'm just a fool
    Thinking being by myself was cool.
    It's too late to go back with my family,
    It's only me, and a sad Christmas tree.
    Whoa! They've finished a whole jeroboam!
    What? Of course I was lying, this is only a poem!