The Hard Aches
This Year
I sleep when I'm hungry, eat when I'm drunk
Been far from starving this past twelve months
To call his friends, it depends on the day
I miss your guts and you turn me away
My life's not bad, but I feel like I'm stuck
In the same routine that I keep messing up
Only call you when I'm a slobbering mess
Or I need a friend to talk me through this

When we were young, we were retarded in love
Now age has hit us, I drink and you're gone
Though you live so close, you're so far away
We'll be lucky to talk one in three sixty-five days
This year will change, be better for us
I'll be less insane, find a car, get a job
Drive you away, away and out of this place
So we can start again, new town a new face

This year will be better for us, I swear
This year will be better for us, I swear
This year will be better for us, I swear
This year will be better for us, I swear