nostalgia, love, and paper plates (fleeting moments)

only four more days
and i will finally be able to put this year behind me
and i won't toast
with this champagne glass of memories that stain me
i spent the summer
all up and down, 64 and 95
until i finally found a comfort
but my arms couldn't stretch but so wide

i will vanish
amongst all of the liquor and party hats
countless paper cups
from the drunken new age blow backs

have faith in me

and my hand that waves good bye

to all these fleeting moments

that have long since died

publicly buried

in the back of my mind

there's no need for celebration

i just want to rest my head tonight.

once i do this, i know that i won't be able to go back
and though i will try to forget you, and these times
i can't say assuredly that i won't miss you,
somewhere along the next twelve chapters of my life

have faith in me

and my hand that waves good bye

to all these fleeting moments

that have long since died

publicly buried

in the back of my mind

there's no need for celebration

i just want to rest my head tonight.

so i will say goodbye and i will try my hardest,
 not to turn around on my choice, in earnest
though there are sign this will be made right
guiding me in this endless darkness of the night
and like you say, it could always be worse
but i don't give a damn about anything
but the way i'll feel on January first

this birthday i have no resolution for
this birthday i have no resolution for