New Year's Retribution

1994.

A girl pukes out the window on a car door.

Her childish eyes say, "I don't want this anymore.

I wanna be a woman.

No no, see I don't wanna be no whore."

January 1st, 1994.

A New Year's resolution.

A casual celebration.

An idle hesitation

reminds me that I am just a boy.



You should tell her

that I saw them standing closely in the cellar.

It all ticked off, it's 12 o'clock,

the screams wouldn't stop.

The New Year dawned

they tucked away into a hole.

So could you tell her,

tell her that I'm all alone?



This New Year came too soon.

And I knew it would be you

to tear up all my thoughts

of how I thought it was.

Say goodbye.

If you're leaving me, could at least let me know?

Say goodbye.

If you wanna leave, then I suggest go.



Let's smoke cigarettes.

But we haven't got a thing that we can light them with.

We'll just wait here for a fight

then we can bum a light.

You're the only ones who really give a shit tonight.

It reminds me how nothing ever turns out right.

And all I want is you.

And all you want is something new.

So, lets turn out all the lights

and pretend we're someone else tonight.