Marty Cain
Текст песни January 1st 2009

It?sa New Year, but I?m still running in this dream
Of staring at the ceiling, buzzing with caffeine
It?sa New Year, and I?m still asking for more
I have my stereo blasting behind a closed door

I write a note in the back of my book
That says I?m not sure where I?m gonna look
It seems like my future is just floating around
I jump up to grab it, but I fall to the ground, yeah

I fall to the ground

It?sa New Year, but I?m still sitting in this chair

I still bite my nails and still don?t wash my hair enough
I should have gotten on that bus and never looked back
But I?m eating marshmallows and sitting on my ass, yeah

It?sa New Year, but I didn?t eat this morning
Breakfast was coffee and ibuprofen
I took the ibuprofen for the pains in my brain
And I drank the coffee cause? I?m going insane, yeah

Going insane