Ho Ho Whatever

I will tell you that I'm aright when I'm not
That's all you want to hear anyway
You don't care I'm at the end of my rope and alone
I'm sure youve got your own problems to solve
I can call you cause it's Christmas
And the right thing to do
Really wanting just to prove I'm alive
To dispel the illusion I'm angry at you
It just never seems the time or the place to complain

But if it's all the same to you
I'll crawl away and lick my wounds
And watch them fester by myself
Denying that they're infected at all

Is it curious to God the things we never discard
The finger holes we always use to hang on?
The fantasies and addictions that pull us along
I'm sure hes got some bigger problems to solve
So I'm certain you don't want to hear I'm falling apart
That's not the kind of call you wish to receive
When I'm less a person than I am a thing
It just never seems the time or the place to complain

But if it's all the same to you
I'll still pretend that it's all good
And do my best not let on
That you're the salt that hurts and heals
Cause if you knew I fear youd run
Or worse than that I fear youd pounce
So I'll just keep biting my big fat lip
If it would be all the same to you