Brace yourself under mistletoe Shaking hands underneath the snow I hate myself for picking up the phone I don't think you're ever coming home Remember the fruit of the past I do not like to I'm killing the tree that you left I don't think I'm like you ♪ Your ashes arrived, I don't think that I'm ready I wasn't expecting them to be heavy Walk around the house talking to daddy Talking to you like you're still here I hate myself for picking up the phonе At least you could have died whilе you were home Remember the fruit of the past I do not like to I'm killing the tree that you left I don't think I'm like you