| It’s New Year’s Day and I’m givin' up, I’m tearin' up every part of the contract |
| All those times that I gave a fuck, it wasn’t enough to get close to anything, |
| yeah |
| I’d try again but I can’t see the end of all these little things I thought I’d |
| miss |
| I could brush it off and put it on my list |
| But the truth is |
| 2020, I’m scared of it |
| Yeah, I might lose myself again |
| Every year I think I’ll change but every year it’s all the same for me and all |
| my friends |
| If you shut the door, then I’ll pretend that I’m not lying on the floor scared |
| to death of 2020 |
| Another year, another war |
| But I didn’t fight in it so what’s the score? |
| Looking out trying to fill a cup |
| Is it moving on or just giving up when everything all hurts the same? |
| I have my doubts, but who’s to blame? |
| I’d give it all if I could just relax |
| I can’t believe I just thought of that |
| 2020, I’m scared of it |
| Yeah, I might lose myself again |
| Every year I think I’ll change but every year it’s all the same for me and all |
| my friends |
| If you shut the door, then I’ll pretend that I’m not lying on the floor scared |
| to death of 2020 |
| Oh |
| Oh, oh |
| Take a bullet or take a pill |
| My elbows on the windowsill, thinkin' |
| God is dead or he fell asleep |
| Yeah, I’m spiritual but on the cheap, oh, no |
| Oh, no |