Silent Night, in your empty room 
Alone, too still
But still too soon
To break up and make up
The ways that we'll take off
To sell our souls.

If I was cursed, would you joke about it?
Like it's not so much a big deal as narcissism
I can't write, I can't speak,
I need you to hand me everything
Because I'm strung up on the love that I've made up
That I've made up

When I'm broke, is it you that'll give me shelter?
When I'm stoned, would you slap me out of it
With force? 
'Cause I know you can't seem to care less
When I'm gone, would you look the other way
And pretend it's not so bad?

Silent Night In Your Empty Room

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All songs written performed and recorded by Konstantin Shaw-Polyakov

Silent Night In Your Empty Room

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