(Lala lala lala lala lala)
December 25th, 1986
Van Nuys

Merry Christmas
Well that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to
They have friends and family
And they havent been crouched
Naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm
like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys

They're not out of their minds
They're not writing in a diary
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit, coagulate in the spoon

I didn't speak to a single person today
I thought Why should I ruin their fucking Christmas
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons:

One, I have no friends left
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life
It's just me and you diary, welcome to my fucking life

Lala Lala Lala Lala [repeated]

Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head, it's haunted
Now I've come down from the drugs, it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere
Thirty minutes ago, I could have killed somebody
Or better yet, myself

December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys.

Merry Christmas.

Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary,
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today.
I thought why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?

I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.

It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fuckeding life.

Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head, it's haunted.
Now that I've come down from the drugs
it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed somebody
Or better yet, myself.