January - Ali Barter

Hey there January

Looks like we’re alone again

Another year is over

Left the same way it came in

Said that I’d be thinner

Said that we’d be better friends

But I’m still on the treadmill

Change the channel

Played by the rules

Look where it got me

Sober is cool

But fuck, it’s boring

Oh the way you held me up

I never felt quite good enough

I made it through the year again

With Diet Coke and cigarettes

Hey there salutations

Wasn’t really in the end

My new year resolutions

Used to make a lot more sense

All these little problems

Like sex and television

Got me in a chokehold

Self deception

Played by the rules

Look where it got me

Sober is cool

But fuck, it’s boring

Oh the way you held me up

I never felt quite cool enough

And truer words were never said

That closeness tends to breed contempt

Nowhere, going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Played by the rules

Pass me the doob

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere