This

must

be

it,

wel-

come

to

the

new

year

The

drinks

were

con-

sumed,

the

plants

were

des-

troyed

and

the

hors

d'oevres

dis-

mant-

led.

I'm

not

smil-

ing

be-

hind

this

fake

ven-

eer,-

I

am

of-

ten

in-

ter-

rupt-

ed,

or

com-

plete-

ly

ig-

nored,

but

most

of

all,

I'm

bored.

I'm

try-

ing

to

find

out

if

my

words

have

an-

y

mean-

ing.

Lack-

lust-

re

and

full

of

con-

tempt

when

it

al-

ways

ends

the

same-

Why

won't

she

lis-

ten

to

me?

Why

did

I

come?

Oh,

why

did

I

come

here?

These

hu-

mans

all

suck,

I'd

ra-

ther

be

home

feel-

ing

vio-

lent

and

lone-

ly.

I'm

not

try-

ing

to

sound

so

in-

sin-

cere,-

but

the

post-

card

that's

taped

to

the

freez-

er

reads:

"Wish

you

were

here."-

How

I

wish

I

could

dis-

app-

ear.

I'm

try-

ing

to

find

out

if

my

words

have

an-

y

mean-

ing.

Lack-

lust-

re

and

full

of

con-

tempt

when

it

al-

ways

ends

the

same

Heads

up,

Dam-

age

Con-

trol,

there's

a

ring

a-

round

her

fin-

ger!

Last

chance

for

chang-

ing

lanes,

and

you

missed

it

by

a

mi-

le.

Why

won't

she

lis-

ten

to

me?

This

must

be

it,

wel-

come

to

the

new