Our New Year - Intellectual

Just picture me on a train heading home at one a.m

And I'll picture you're doing the same

Dressed up with somewhere else to be

I hope he says that he loves you

I hope you see it in his eyes

I hope his shoulder is softer than mine

I hope that he's better than me

It's one thing to ruin these songs for me

Those songs that still rot in my ears

But you've ruined places that I used to love and live to forget

It's one thing to ruin this song for me

This song it still rots in my ears

And you've ruined these places that I used to love and now live to forget

Because in this city of potholes and rooftops

The people they live to forget and drink to forgive

I guess that nobody wins