If I made it through Christmas without smoking 
'Til your parents went to bed 
If you made it trhough too 
Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck 
I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs 
Chocolate instead of chutney 
Good red wine instead of bad red wine 
Next time I remember your birthday 
I ate peaches straight from the can 
The juice ran down my tongue 
Over my lip 
Slipped down my chin 
Dripped onto your parents' carpet 
The air in here is dead 
But we're not finished yet 
Throw the back door open
Let me see your breath 
I love you like a madman 
I miss you all the time 
I wait for the morning 
I will wait all night 
I mixed rum and coke and lemonade 
Asked for my presents in the kitchen 
Alone again at 3am 
I listened to them 
With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges 
Of the tiles and the tables 
You didn't sit up waiting 
But somehow slept sober