If it be your (stupid) will

Baby, I’ve been here before.
I know this room, I walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
Yeah, and I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch,
but listen, love, love is not some kind of victory march,
it’s a cold and it’s ever a broken Hallelujah!

love is broken, you are broken, i wish you a merry christmas, just like mine :> you only preach destruction and never admit it :|