There is no dream, so wake up  [bad word] your lips across your fingers till you find 
Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high 
To remind yourself that you didn't die 
On a day that was so crappy - whole and happy, you're alive

And you seem so [bad word] 
And it's beautiful as it's reflecting off from you as it shines
You're in the bathroom carving holiday designs into yourself
Hoping no one will find you, but they found you 
And they took you, and you somehow survived

There is no dream, so wake up
And if the holidays don't hollow out your eyes
Then press yourself against whatever 
You find to be beautiful and trembling with life
Because I'm so happy that you didn't die