it's new year's eve... and it's new year's day,
i just blinked, in the disarray
and it appeared, in the similar grace
of morning breath piercing cheek skin

and i thought of where i'd gone wrong
and i thought of what might have been, now lost

my eyeslide heavy, and my pupils hungry
to see the world in this age, as it's meant to be seen
i fall again, as certain things won't set me free
as how i believe in you all too fondly, my love

and i thought of where i'd gone wrong
and i thought of what might have been, now lost