You could have been my
Crisis fiancée
To drink with me
What was brewed for us here
You could have been mine
[And,] next to the muffled [radio] receiver
Up to the crack of dawn
Listen to the news and drink heavily
Not once
Not once
Not once
You could’ve hit the bottom already
And you haven’t
You will never get to know
What you missed out
You could have been my
Crisis fiancée
To live slowly
As we were meant to live here
You could’ve been mine
To somehow live through the poverty with me
Instead of wishing me
On a postcard from God knows where
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas