This time of year my toes get cold
I asked for socks to remedy
That's how you know I'm getting old
When I ask for wool to dress my feet
I bent over backwards for you
My lips were cracking from the snow
I sighed so I could see my breath
All you could think about was that stupid purse from Coach
All I could think about was death
I went through so much trouble for you
I can feel the Christmas noose
Tightening around my neck
I gave my sisters some books that used
To sit upon my shelf
Cause I spent all my money on you
I spent all my money on you