Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
but the very next day, you turbo-slipped away.
This year, to save me from tears,
I’ll gift it to someone at 1.5× speed.
Snow’s spinning like vinyl, neon lights blur,
heartbeat snare-rushing faster than we were.
Under pixel mistletoe, we danced in double time—
your laugh a high-pitch glitch, still looping in my mind.
I’m rewinding the chorus while the future disc spins;
if love’s just a single, let the remix never end.