[Verse 1]

I'm trying to rattle around

What's left of my head on the ground

My brain falls out my ears

And it's clear

This body is past its prime

Controlled by an ailing mind

As I piss away the years

And it's clear

[Chorus]

This year

Ain't the first to get bad

Will you help or get sad?

[Verse 2]

Snake oil or extant bliss

Each vice in the search endless

Leaves a mark on the veneer

And it's clear

Abundance of evidence

Malevolent resonance

If I stow away the fear

And it's clear

[Chorus]

This year

Ain't the first to get bad

Will you help or get sad?

[Outro]

Every day, know I mean what I say

That I try to pick myself up out the way

And if I fail, I will fail big, but that's okay

Make every effort to resist the day's malaise

And maybe clear

This fear