Year End

This mess
even Echo and the Bunnymen
cannot keep me company

i hate new years eve
every single one of these

full of regret
broken promises
dreams

i'm a leaky ship
melancholy weighing me down
gasping for air

tomorrow i'll have the bends

she will be here soon
full of joy and sex

she will have
champagne and kisses
midnight wishes

i have ashtrays