never thought this is who i’d be
so much hubris and stupidity
after all this is who i’ve always been
might be getting through to me
hidden cost of continuity
nothing’s ever new to me
it’s new year’s eve again
years are facts first day’s a fiction
we’re attached to the constructs of change
janus you two-faced god of door wells and transitions
the more things change the more they stay the the same
so lift a glass if that’s what folks are doing
and share a kiss with auld lang syne
just be yourself so hubristic and stupid
or get depressed by the grinding wheel of time
nothing’s ever new to me
like tattoos over nudity
underneath it's who i’ve always been
finally getting through to me
like an acorn becomes a tree
oh but what these winters do to me
at new years eve again
nothing’s ever new to me