Next Year

New year new me, I’m just waiting for someone to pass me a beer.

Till I’m on the ground, laughing in tears,

I’ve gone through my closet, I’ve faced some of my worst fears.

That was in a matter of just a few short years,

Seen the devil, played with his heart, all the way to his ears, tore his shirt off, said this is the last time, I’m gonna drive, I’ll steer.

Tried to warn others oncoming traffic, flashing signals, they drove far and clear.

Since then, no one else has been as sincere.

I’ve turned ruining my life into my own career,

I choose to stay far away from all my problems, or my peers.

I know at the end of the day, they’d think I’m just ignorant or weird, maybe special and not care, not hear.

I woke and drank some whiskey, now I feel cured,

I know we’re all humans, so I can’t expect anyone to be perfect, or pure.

No exit without an entrance, on what’s far or near,

So if we’re going in, don’t get trapped, or leered, our destination should be clear.

Seems I’ve waited to long, my bad, oh dear,

I know your kiss would’ve smeared.

No sense in imagining, but to go out, and no more pictures, from the rear.

I chose this path, I remember picking the gear,

So at the end of the year, I’ll do no more than celebrate, and cheer.