Home for the holidays

You're home for the holidays.
You said maybe we could spend some time together,
to catch up on each other.
I don't understand why you won't quit,
when i fuc*** up our relationship.
So you're living with some new guy,
and you're kissing all the time.
And I wonder what he's like,
when you're kissing all the time.
I got problems that we both know,
maybe this is just a lull.
But I can never let go.
There's no point in sleeping in,
and there's no need to wake up.
There's nothing to live for at the end of my coffee cup.
I'm happy with myself, and i'm proud of who I am.
I gave myself a certificate saying "I'm a Fuc*** Champ"