Lawrence Arms - 100 Resolutions
Where hav I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
Another stupid clumsy story.
More accidental aspirations.
Another explosion of silence.
I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.
This year I'll try to only listen to myself.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.
As midnight clocks are singing,
good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere.
Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
Wake up knowing you'll never be there.
I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.
I've got one song I write 100 times.
And only a dozen or so rhymes.
This year I'll try not to drink so much.
This year I'll try to stand up straight.
This year let's live liked we've never lived before,
this is our year for sure.
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
Another stupid clumsy story.
More accidental aspirations.
Another explosion of silence.
I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.
This year I'll try to only listen to myself.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.
As midnight clocks are singing,
good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere.
Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
Wake up knowing you'll never be there.
I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.
I've got one song I write 100 times.
And only a dozen or so rhymes.
This year I'll try not to drink so much.
This year I'll try to stand up straight.
This year let's live liked we've never lived before,
this is our year for sure.
posted by Fil at 09:36
2 Comments:
Hey Fil! I just wanted to get in touch with you some way to say Happy Birthday! As you know, I'm preparing myself to take the reigns from you as resident 21-year-old Stossel fan, as I'm pretty sure I'll be the only one once you step into year 22. Take care, and I hope to talk to you soon!
Love always, Anna
Hey dude. So I just wanted to touch base with you, but I don't have your email address. The deal with driving up looks like we'll be in Binghamton right around Friday the 2nd, or Saturday the 3rd. If things get weirded up or something, I will let you know in advance by calling you. Also I will call you during the week we're going to be driving through to confirm everything. If you want to get in touch with me to let me know if you can't make it, or whatever else, you can email me at jostrega@rogers.com , or, add the name jordannacell to AOL instant messenger and you can send me text messages to my phone. Leave one with details like, when's a good time to call you, or what's up. And then I'll get back to you whenever we stop.
Okay! So that's it...I hope you get this message. See you soon, Anna
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