December.

These are your good years, 
But don't take my advice...

You never wanted the nice boys anyway.  

And I'm of good cheer, 
Because I've been checking my list.  

The gifts you're receiving from me will be:

1. One Awkward Silence

2. Two hopes that you cry yourself to sleep staying up, 
waiting by the phone.  

All I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me,
Before you bury yourself alive.

Don't come home for Christmas.  
You're the last thing I want to see underneath the tree.  

Merry Christmas, I could care less.  

Works Cited: Patrick Stump