Waking up cold
My girls been home
Still looking for my lighter
It’s a brand new year, but I couldn’t give a damn because my resolution won’t matter
My battery is dead
I’m still lost in my head
At least I’m not ever feeling sadder
I wish I had a dream for 2019, but I know it’ll never matter
My girlfriends gone and I’m feeling dead
Last night I didn’t get to hear a word she said
I’ll stop writing songs about moving on
Write down what jesus tells me when I hit the bong
I can’t get up because it’s so fucking cold
I’m stoned, but they don’t care
Maybe I’ll shave my head?
I’ll throw another tantrum cause my hope is dead
I don’t have a job
I’m still walking with a grin
I got a whole another year just to repeat my sins