You came back from college
Swearing that you made a mistake
If Virginia is for lovers
Why haven’t you been on a date?
It’s just you and me now
And a couple of our hometown friends
But I ain’t here to see them
Tis the fuckin’ season
You say you don’t kiss under the mistletoe with anyone
It’s an out-of-date tradition for lonely people to fake love
So why do I feel so alive?
When I’m kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night
Whiskey in a teacup
Lipstick on the edge while you talk
It’s like you painted Boulder
White snow on the reddest of rocks
I’m usually the one who
Can’t get behind this holiday shit
But now I got a reason
Tis the fuckin’ season
You say you don’t kiss under the mistletoe with anyone
It’s an out-of-date tradition for lonely people to fake love
So why do I feel so alive?
When I’m kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night
Whatever you’ve been looking for is hanging underneath the doorway
Here we are just standing face to face
You say you don’t kiss under the mistletoe with anyone
It’s an out-of-date tradition for lonely people to fake love
So why do I feel so alive?
When I’m kissing you under the mistletoe on Christmas night
