Bad Year

11:59, December 31st The snow outside covers quiets and blankets the earth My friends down the street expect me to come by But I don't think tonight I can suppress that guy Who stands with me in this shitty bathroom Fluorescent lights make the bags under my eyes look huge And I hope against hope that I'll walk out that door But it's all the more likely I'll tie it off on the floor Yeah And yes I'm a failure at just 26 Married unmarried once, can't even see my own kids And I could blame the bottles that adorn the sink For the temper that flares before I can think Hide from the world for days and beat myself up Not enough skin for the bruises, the abrasions, and the cuts And I'll leave quite a mess for the city to clean A life torn asunder by the weight of it's dreams And I've been having a bad year But you already knew that