If I made it through Christmas without smoking   'Til your parents went to bed   If you made it through too   Without sticking your nail scissors in my neck   I'll buy you bras instead of pickled eggs   Chocolate instead of chutney   Good red wine instead of bad red wine   Next time I remember your birthday      I ate peaches straight from the can   The juice ran down my tongue   Over my lip   Slipped down my chin   Dripped onto your parents' carpet      The air in here is dead   But we're not finished yet   Throw the back door open   Let me see your breath      I love you like a madman   I miss you all the time   I wait for the morning   I will wait all night      I mixed rum and coke and lemonade   Asked for my presents in the kitchen   Alone again at 3am   I listened to them   With sugar round the rim and ash around the edges   Of the tiles and the tables   You didn't sit up waiting   But somehow slept sober