December Depression

The holidays are here The best time of the whole dang year Children singin' Christmas songs And spreading snowy cheer Everybody's happy Everyone except for me No, I'm not bakin' sugar plums Or puttin' up a tree I've got December Depression I will not feel good this month (But all the music sounds so fun) On all my holiday nights There's no cocoa mugs or snowball fights 'Cause I won't leave my bed for days Or even turn on the lights I go to parties solo And watch the couples kiss 'neath mistletoe I pound eggnog and think of ways To convince someone to throw me in front of a bus December Depression Chestnuts can go f*ck themselves (Jingle Bells can go to hell) I'd rather get trampled by the sleigh of Chris Kringle Than listen to my grandma ask why I'm single She says it's fun to have someone With whom to deck the halls — the gall To think that my depression could be dampened by a missus The damage of December washed away by Christmas kisses It doesn't sound bad at all But I just stare at the wall Now it's New Year's Eve This hellish month will finally leave Once the Times Square ball falls down Then comes my reprieve Turns out I was wrong The blues might last the whole year long 'Cause nothin' in my life has changed Since December rang the gong I still can't get out of bed I'm drunk and lonely and remain unwed It doesn't take a holiday To wish that I were dead I've just got normal depression The time of year is irrelevant to whether or not I hate myself (Normal depression) Yeah I've got normal Unmedicated All year round Please throw me in front of a bus