The New Year

By now it's getting dark Better off if novelty won't weigh my weary heart And wary thoughts, no mind to the crumbling fort of apathy Surrounding, oh dawn I miss you so very much When you're gone, things are duller I prefer rejection over the impossible And if I wait for the sun to disappear I might just feel the atmosphere I turn my back to swelling despair But I keep the lights on Here's my excuse for all the things I can't express to you Once we held ambition, a vain hope to feel some embrace A soft warmth will steal my breath and crash into the cold earth Or a grave, I can't feel human in an open space I don't need your love I don't need your patience I don't need your harm If I did I'd ask for you To come back with me Or go somewhere different Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be nice? Wouldn't that be nice?