Home for the holidays

It's nice not to lie.
You sound great, everything sounds fine.
I'm not going to my girlfriends for the holidays,
I don't even have one.
I'd do anything to avoid confrontation, boredom, you.
I can't tell the truth if I want to avoid you.
The truth is one sentence long, it always is.
But lies take paragraphs, and paragraphs, and paragraphs.
Everybody loves you
when they know they'll see you only once a year,
and everybody loves it
when the show comes to their house.