Christmas means nothing
but he goes to the party
just for old times' sake
It looks fun and yet
something's missing, someone's gone
it's just not the same
Like he doesn't know
the life of the party's dead
but still he wishes
Maybe it's a dream
and Kutner's out and about
spreading boundless cheer
Here with mistletoe,
a kiss, a bright grin, and a
"Don't let your wife know"
Just like before
when nobody was lying
and no one was dead
He exits early
and his wife knows not to ask
because he won't talk
It's still the same hurt
betrayal he can't forgive
love he can't forget