new year’s eve

we’re dressed up all alone

your parents really phoned this one in

but your mother, she quit drinking

and i should too

i should too

because i can’t feel my mouth

stumbling across the room to turn the lights down

but we’re an hour ahead

i want to stay awake so i can call my friend at one a.m.

and who was it i said i wanted to become anyway?

trembling on the return flight

because i fear the sound of the ground that ends the nosedive

but i’m most afraid of being confined

to the inescapable, gradual decline

and who was it i said i wanted to become anyway?

and who said this is what i wanted?

is it all the same?