Christmas TV

Its okay to have scars, they will make you who you are
Its okay to have fear, as long as youre not scared of coming here
And in the middle of the night, just call if you wanna talk
Cause you know that I wanna talk too
Its not bad of you to think of what might go wrong
But you cant blame me for secretly hoping that Ill prove you wrong
Its okay that I pray that you will miss your flight
And have to stay with me another night
And it is brutal, its brutal, why cant you see
Its brutal, its brutal, where have you been
Cause were far apart and my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the dark and now its light
You pull me out of the dark and now its light
When were out in the market and out on the streets
Ive got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds
Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe
And I wont have to erase your memory
I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels when its wrapped around me
And Id like it if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
So you can hold me
And well watch Christmas TV
And it is brutal, its brutal, why cant you see
Its brutal, its brutal, where have you been
Cause were far apart and my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the dark and now its light
You pull me out of the dark and now its light
So come on home, just come on home
Just come on home, just come on home... (repeat)