Credit: All Time Low! Interscope Records // UMG

FYI: Now, I know the lyrics "Some say you're calling, You're up, telephone me, No fuck you, Girl, I'm going out, I gave you my all, but I love you all now," are wrong, so here are the right lyrics:
"So sick of calling,
You wont telephone me,
No, fuck you girl, I'm going out.
I gave you my all,
But our love hit a wall, now."

I'm sorry, guys. I'm a German , I wasn't sure if I got everything... :'D

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Here are the lyrics again;)

They told me I was lucky,
To have my chance with you,
Now last years summer romance,
Is this years winter blues.

I treated you so nicely,
To jewelry and champagne,
But you left me empty handed,
Yeah, you left me feelin' plain.

But now -Oh!
I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing,
Don't you think it's kind of crappy,
what you did, this holiday?

When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart,
Like wrapping paper trash,
So I wrote you a song,
I hope that you sing along,
and it goes
"Merry Christmas,"
"Kiss my Ass!"

You say I'm losing my mind,
I thought that for a while,
I tear down decorations,
They remind me of your smile.

I hate that mistletoe,
It makes me think of our first kiss,
You bit my lip, you pulled me close,
And then you taught me how to quit.


But now -Oh!
I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing,
Don't you think it's kind of crappy,
what you did, this holiday?


When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart,
Like wrapping paper trash,
So I wrote you a song,
I hope that you sing along,
and it goes
"Merry Christmas,"
"Kiss my Ass!"

So sick of calling,
You wont telephone me,
No, fuck you girl, I'm going out.
I gave you my all,
But our love hit a wall, now.
I'm jingle belling and everyone's yelling,
We'll drink 'til the bars shut us down,
Ain't that just what Christmas is all about?

But now -Oh!
I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing,
Don't you think it's so damn trashy,
what you did, this holiday?
(so trashy)

I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart,
Like wrapping paper trash,
So I wrote you a song,
I hope that you sing along,
Here it goes
"Merry Christmas," bitch.
"Kiss my Ass!"

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