First day, time to meet with factor A,
It was a warm sunny day.
She took a look at me,
Planted kisses on my cheek,
I only wish that she could stay.

But too late, she has to go for now
It doesn't matter how,
Bad you want it,
I'll take a look at me,
And wonder if she sees,
The damage done when I meet factor B.

Two wholes come together like we never wanted,
This house's very haunted, is what I said to her.
It causes you to be, the one epitome,
Of a fictional book of horror that I swore I didn't order.

Take this potion, stay in motion like I knew you would,
When all alone I stood, so confused,
It is the antidote to this song I wrote,
To Mrs. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde.

But too late, it hasn't been a week,
Since I have even seen,
The beauty of factor A,
I lay awake and wonder what I did,
This selfish spoiled kid has a lot to learn about love.

Two wholes come together like we never wanted,
This house's very haunted, is what I said to her.
It causes you to be, the one epitome,
Of a fictional book of horror that I swore I didn't order.

For three years I unintentionally made a tradition,
You would have bet that I'm wishin' for space,
'Cause on the holidays I spend them without an another,
With just a blanket and a cover for company.

If you only knew how bad I wished my flaws wouldn't make you an absentee,
I picked your gift so carefully,
I swear to God one Christmas eve I'll spend it here with a girl next to me.
I call that quiz because...

Two wholes come together like we never wanted,
This house's very haunted, is what I said to her.
It causes you to be, the one epitome,
Of a fictional book of horror that I swore I didn't order.

Two wholes come together like we never wanted,
This house's very haunted, is what I said to her.
It causes you to be, the one epitome,
Of a fictional book of horror that I swore I didn't order.

Two wholes come together like we never wanted,
(we'll take this song, we'll play along)
This house's very haunted, is what I said to her.
(give this time to start playing on you)
It causes you to be, the one epitome,
(to live around till you have found)
Of a fictional book of horror that I swore I didn't order.
(the boy that will play that letter together for you)

Two kids all alone can speak of what is perfect,
Until that very subject stripped away from them.
Then, all that they can do is write a song or two
About a fictional book of horror that they swore they didn't order.

Merry Christmas!