Verse 1:
I’m feeling cold
Smell of cinnamon and Christmas
Couldn’t even help me with this
Now I, I’ll never know
If you think of me
In those times, like
Pre-Chorus:
When you take out your vintage camera
Snap a picture of your records
High-lights
I lowkey hope it’s good enough
But if you called I’d keep my bluff
And say this one last time
Chorus:
It’s nothing that important
But I really can’t ignore it
Oh I want my gift back
Want my gift back
I don’t think it’s fair that you
Got everything you wanted
So I want my gift back
Want my gift back
I’m feeling cold
Smell of cinnamon and Christmas
Couldn’t even help me with this
Now I, I’ll never know
If you think of me
In those times, like
Pre-Chorus:
When you take out your vintage camera
Snap a picture of your records
High-lights
I lowkey hope it’s good enough
But if you called I’d keep my bluff
And say this one last time
Chorus:
It’s nothing that important
But I really can’t ignore it
Oh I want my gift back
Want my gift back
I don’t think it’s fair that you
Got everything you wanted
So I want my gift back
Want my gift back
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