

Prompt / Lyrics
**[Intro – muttered]** yeah… merry something… don’t ask me to fix the tree… it’s fine… probably… --- **[Verse 1 – fast, frayed]** I slapped the plastic star on sideways, left it there. Tree’s still shedding fake needles everywhere. Didn’t buy ornaments—found a few on the floor, Pretty sure one wasn’t mine, but that’s lore. My phone’s blowing up with “are you coming?” texts— Look, I love you all, but I’m *emotionally hexed*. If I show up drunk, you’ll judge me anyway— So I’m staying home, sipping rum like… hooray? --- **[Pre-Chorus – pitched, chaotic]** December feels like a dare I never agreed to. Holiday cheer walks in and I just say, “can’t feed you.” Everyone’s wholesome, shining like a postcard— I’m trying to function and that’s already hard. --- **[Chorus – breakcore chaos]** **I’M SPIRALING THROUGH CHRISTMAS WITH A CHEAP LITTLE SMILE,** **Pour another drink, make the season less vile.** **Snow can pile up, I’m not leaving my room—** **Santa can break in if he wants, I’ve accepted my doom.** --- **[Verse 2 – spiraling down, still cute]** Wrapped your present in an old grocery bag— Call it avant-garde, or just call me a drag. Burned my dinner twice, then scraped off the black, Ate it anyway because I’m committed to the lack. Neighbors singing carols like a cult outside— They harmonize, and I’m losing my mind. Opened the door once—never again— One lady tried to hug me… I’m still recovering, friend. --- **[Chorus – heavier]** **I’M TIPSY IN MY KITCHEN WITH A CROOKED LITTLE TREE,** **Counting all the things the season took from me.** **Jingle what you want, I’m not playing along—** **The eggnog is strong, and so am I… kinda wrong.** --- **[Bridge – manic, cute, unraveling]** Someone said joy is a choice— okay, bold of you— I can’t even choose socks that match and you want me merry too? My cinnamon whiskey is judging me, so I drank it first. If Christmas wants effort, it can invoice me on the first. --- **[Final Chorus – full breakcore slam]** **HOLIDAY MELTDOWN, BUT I’M STILL LOOKING SWEET,** **Mascara smudged like a whole-ass heatbeat.** **Cheers to a season I’m barely surviving—** **Still dancing, still drinking, still weirdly thriving.** **[Outro – exhausted whisper]** wake me up when the decorations go on sale…
Tags
hyper-fast kawaii breakcore / J-pop / trap / EDM hybrid Christmas, apathetic, Kawaii Future Bass, Breakcore + Nightcore
2:30
No
12/7/2025