Santa

When we were younger, we were smaller But then we grew a little tall And, yeah, we're talking like we're big grown-ups, but We don't really know it all We could jump along the pavement We'd go running through the yard I used to wish that I could fly, but, oh Now I wish I had it all You hate your father And then you move away You find out love's not real and Santa's just another name When you were seven, you were so proud You'd go running to your mom You'd wanna tell her all the things you did Until the liquor came along And now you're drinking in a basement Now you're smoking on a beach And then you call her when you're freaking out 'Cause you forget how to speak You hate your father And then you move away You find out love's not real and Santa's just another name You're so much taller But it's not the same 'Cause you used to think by now Everything would be okay