I'm Not Coming Home For Christmastime

Well, I won't pretend I didn't hear annoyance in your tone
When I got my 37 seconds talking on the phone
Yeah, our calls get ever shorter even though we're many miles apart
It's like you're treading on my heart

Now the shortest day is done
I told you I'd be packing now
But I saw the party pictures
He was with you in the crowd
I could see it in your gaze
As he held you in his big strong arms
Really turning on the charm

And the messages I send, they go unread for many hours
Everything we used to have is very quickly turning sour
I don't wanna make the trip if everything is going wrong
I just can't take this any longer

Oh no, I'm not coming home for Christmastime
Yeah, you can have your fun, but you and I are done
No, I'm not coming home this Christmastime
This Christmastime