Clown Cars On Cinder Blocks

December drags on
It's thirty-one days too long
This silence is killing me
I fear it when I try to sleep

It's been one thing then another
Taking all the strength that I can muster
Not to pull the plug
When did I run out of luck?

Watching for the double-cross
I always knew I wouldn't escape without a scratch
Felt my feet on solid ground
Until I saw those fingers, your fingers were crossed behind your back

Drown the pain with cheap champagne
And wake me when it's time to go
I'm far too faded to celebrate it
This clock is moving way too slow

One more year like this one
I could never make it on my own

I smoked my last cigarette
I emptied any bottle that dared to cross my path
Lying in this spinning room
I contemplate the remnants of my life and curse away the past

Drown the pain with cheap champagne
And wake me when it's time to go
I'm far too faded to celebrate it
This clock is moving way too slow

One more year like this one
I could never make it on my own

I'd offer up a sacrifice
If I thought it'd do any good this time
I recognize the harms I've caused
But I cannot pay these crimes

I'm not sure
That I expect to be here New Year's Day