​​​flou~ - ​​​stale gingerbreads

{Verse 1}
This should be the most wonderful time of the year
Instead I’m curled up on the carpet crying my eyes out
Teardrops shimmer, salt-water river
Mom praying “Let it get better”, ooh

{Chorus}
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Isn’t this the saddest season of them all?
It feels like Christmas is yet to come
Even though it has already gone

{Verse 2}
Pure, innocent enthusiasm
To wake up on the 24th
Smell the baked gingerbreads and kiss the snow
Like I haven’t done it before, ooh-ooh-ooh

{Chorus}
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Isn’t this the saddest season of them all?
It feels like Christmas is yet to come
Even though it has already gone

{Bridge}
Let the joy of a child remain
Maybe in seven years time, the snow will rise