3, 2, 1 Lyrics

I'm surprised tonight is New Year's Eve

Time flew by so gracefully

By the time I finish this song, It'll be February

I love the way this incense is making me feel

These emotions I write feel so unreal

Like a movie that I've seen over and over

Whittier sleeps so soundly tonight without you here

Three, two, one strikes and midnight I'm spending it alone again

With a sick six pack of emotions

The piano will be played again

But this time

And this time it'll be me striking the keys

And this time

And this time Lenny will have the year off

Tucked in bed and ready to sleep

But the sun is rising up

Just before Sinatra sings me to sleep, I think I'll read a book tonight because

Whittier sleeps so soundly tonight without you here

Three, two, one strikes and midnight I'm standing here alone again

With a sick six pack of emotions

The piano will be played again

But this time

And this time it'll be me striking the keys

And this time

And this time Lenny will have the year off

And they're so

They're so inebriated

And it makes things complicated

So what's the point of it?

They're so inebriated

And it makes things complicated

So what's the point of it?

Whittier sleeps so soundly tonight without you here