Moscow Mules

I'm going home for Christmas pretty soon And in the two days until then I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do I'm just trying to relax But everything so far this year has totally kicked my ass Chopin plays some chess with the choir A comic book and a manuscript litter the opposite corner Van Gogh and Monet on the wall I'm not quite sure who I would call When I've had too much to drink And I'm on the brink of my own existence Thinking just to think Pacing 'round so that I can sink into another mistake I'm going home for Christmas pretty soon And in the two days until then maybe I'll finally sleep in until noon But for now I'm just having a blast Everyone has gone to bed and if I stand up the world spins too fast Monet says to Van Gogh "What a stunning starry night" But Van Gogh cannot hear him, he's tried to make himself all right They are both perpendicular to the hall I'm not quite sure who exactly I would call When I've had too much time to think And I'm on the brink of my own existence Drinking just to drink Pacing 'round to that I can sink into another mistake I think that's exactly just precisely what I'll do Walk around the town until I think of something new Not just another mistake Or just give me a break