Windows in the New Year
This is why a war broke out in our living room, or is it?
No, this is why I broke up with you and why you never listened
This is the last time I act like it's a big deal and feel like it isn't
You're a liar and you have a problem with alcoholism
And this is the last time I tell it like it is
Outside, it's numb
With the failure of another sober year
And the expectation of empty promises and a shallow job well done
Inside, there's rain
On the wooden picture frame
Of the moment we stood in front of a monumental train wreck that was eventually coming
Well, this is only the fifteen hundred billionth break-up song in existence
This is why I'm not superstitious and why I'm falling to literal pieces
This is the last time I tell you I love you and tell you I'm leaving
Cause I'm a liar and I have a problem with alcoholism
This is the last time I tell it like it is
Why is it that war only breaks out in the second half of the year?
Why is it that you and I only see each other when one of us isn't really here?