New Year

Year in, year out
Year in, year out
I still don’t know what its about
drink it down, piss it out
drink it down, piss it out
I’ll probably end up with the gout
stick it in, pull it out
stick it in, pull it out
like a constant wrestling bout
I don’t deserve this gift of life.
but bright souls surround me,
goodness astounds me
I’m not lost yet