When You Come Home for Christmas

When you come home for Christmas
We get dinner, we go eat
We fucking eat, like...

That's all we do
Is fucking eat

And see movies
Go shopping
Talk about shit
That don't matter

You know?

You unpack for the first day
Then you gotta sleep
Because the time change
Fucks you up

You sleep, and you sleep
And I start to realize
It's not the time change
It's just you wanting to dream
That you're back where you live now

I try to find ways to entertain you
Take you out drinking
Take you to see family
And friends you haven't seen
Tell you they miss you
When, truth be told
They don't think about you at all

You can't be present in somebody's life
For one week a year
And expect them to keep you around in their thoughts
The rest of the time

There's a reason they call it a holiday, you know
It's 'cause we take a break from life
When the holidays come around

That means that when you're only home for Christmas
You're not here for life
For our lives

You're here on vacation
This is a vacation for you
We're the entertainment
For your vacation

And you don't see
How this could make us
Feel resentful towards you?

You really don't fucking see that?

When you come home for Christmas
All you're doing is reminding us
That you left

We say we're going to catch up

Catch up

Like it's an easy thing to do
Like it's casual
Like you can do it quickly

'Hey, what's your life been like for the past eleven months?
See if you can catch me up before the week is out

Oh, but don't upset me
Or bring me down
Because, don't forget
It's Christmas.'

Then you go home
And I get to see pictures of you on Facebook
Having a grand old time

While I stay here and fight

You think this is your vacation?

It's not

Your life is your vacation

Your life back home with your friends
And your bars
And your Facebook moments

That's a fucking vacation

The reason you have to sleep so much when you're here
The reason this is so exhausting for you
Is because you come here
And you realize
How hard the rest of us are working
Just to get by

It's in the air here
That work
That hard work

That life

Because, see
It's hard
But it's life

It's real

And I'm sorry you have to dip your toes in it
For one week a year
Before you head back
To that dreamland
You call home now

You know, I really don't want to say 'Fuck you'
Because it's Christmas

But, you know
Here's my Christmas present to myself

Fuck you

Fuck you for not realizing
That one day
You're going to have to come back here and live
Just like the rest of us

Because vacations don't last a lifetime
Not even if you're as lucky
As you are

One day your luck will run out
And then you'll move back here
And it won't be Christmas
And there'll be a lot of people
Wondering why you didn't call
Or keep in touch
Or share some of that luck

One day you'll be back

Maybe then we can catch up

How about that?