What's Another Year?

It’s always the same, but maybe this time, it’ll be different
So I’ll power through the bleakness of January

Couples come, couples go
Caught up in the lovesickness of February

Seems like just another fucking day
In the midst of March

It’s dark and wet and I’m still sad
As the rain pours down and washes over April

I pretend to be as happy like the blooming blossoms
As I observe the blurry petals of May

Tan, sweaty, and tired of people
As I walk the blazing path of June

Crowds of people, sparks, and “all-american foods”
Seem to swarm and gather for a humid July

I watch the hordes of students fill up the town
While schedules and deadlines consume the days of August

I slowly sigh and tilt my head back
In hopes for a better September

Cup of coffee in my hand
I’m fed up with October

I breathe in a faded haze of grey
As I face the cold, eerie November

I imitate a smile to get through the day
In the icy wasteland of December

Repeat the cycle
Again and again

It’s just another day
It’s just another week

It’s just another month
What’s another year?