Depressica - A song about new years

There's something wrong with this picture that I can't put my finger on, but if you nudge me gently, I'll know exactly what needs to be done.

There's something wrong with your story. You're telling everything all wrong, but if you told me why you're doing it, I'll know exactly what you meant.

If not, "I'm sorry," then maybe an apology, disguised, blaming other people for what's been done. And while I sit here making excuses, you'll get up and leave and say I'm over it, over my head with plenty to fear. And that's how I started the new year.

There's nothing wrong with new beginnings, fresh starts, and happier endings, but nothing ever works out as God planned it, so let's take a sip and wish for the best.

There's nothing wrong with wishful thinking, talking in bed, pray that I'm still there. But in the morning I'm somewhere else. Don't worry, I know exactly where you are.

If not back east, then back where you used to be-- in my head, sitting bored and pondering what's been done. And while I sit here making excuses, you'll get up and leave and never come back.

How did this start? And will it ever end? Is it over? Will you come back again? No one waiting, nothing I hold dear, and that's how it happened last year.