In Writing - New Year | Текст песни

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I'm bringing in the new year alone. Hanging by a thread by my bedside, I'm hanging on the phone. I'm waiting on a call from you or anyone at all. I spent the whole year feeling sorry for everything yet I feel nothing for you at all. You're bringing in your new year with him learning the way your hips fit in with his. Letting go of every subtle insecurity, every mental instability, to the point where I mean nothing to you anymore. I spent the whole year feeling sorry for everything yet I feel nothing for you at all. So I'll sit and stir with vision blurred and a slight slur under my tongue and in the back of my mind for a second of our time, I'll think about you and how the new year begun.

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