Marty Cain January 1st 2009
It’s a New Year, but I’m still running in this dream
Of staring at the ceiling, buzzing with caffeine
It’s a 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’s a 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’s a 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
