January

One Two Three it's not on me and i'm walking out the door again

Wind will blow and we both know that i'll never find a friend

and the lights went out as i'm walking down my street

i check the time and i trip on my two feet

there's blood on my shirt and i'm spitting out my teeth

i'll lay here till the sun shines down on me

Januarys over and christmas lights are up

It's getting closer but i just wanna stop

I think I'll change but sometimes that's not the way it goes

In the end who knows