okay. let me give you the little thoughts running through my mind
like hamsters on wheels with nowhere to go and nothing to look forward to
(the very definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over
and expecting different results each time)
here it is
nobody to kiss on new years
except two ladies who buy me a guinness
noisemakers and silly string
caviar on toast
fireworks and loud noises
scare away old scratch
but don't scare away old lovers
open the door to let the old year out
close the door to old faces
your heart is scattered
and somehow, the pieces end up
cutting into my palms.