Into My Arms

Midnight The snow that's falling paints the roads white I think about you in the fire light And if you're all alone I see you In pictures hanging in the bedroom I still breathe the smell of your perfume Like vanity, I can't control I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards I just want you back into my arms Parties Every night out in the city When people ask me how I'm doing I just smile and say I'm fine But I'm a liar I see you everywhere I'm tired of being lonely A denier of the only love I've ever known I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards I just want you back into my arms So I'm gonna spend the holidays alone I'll put the needle on your favorite song I'll read the letter that you left for me The night that we became a memory I don't want your phone calls ringing like the bells Don't want your happy holidays I hope you're doing well I don't want your empathy and I don't want your cards I just want you back into my arms I want you back into my arms