so this is the new year.
and i don’t feel any different.
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance
so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions
so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one
– Ben Gibbard, Death Cab For Cutie, Transatlantacism