It's late December
We're waiting on January the 1st
It's been a shit year and it's already clear
That the next one will prob'ly be worse
So goodbye, good riddance
Here's the last fuck I can give
I'm too sad for this shit
At least I don't have to worry
'Bout impressing your folks
Your dad is a jerk and your mama ain't worth it
Your brother gets none of my jokes
And I ain't gonna worry
About you and your man
I ain't gonna clean up my act or pretend to
I'm not even sure if I can
I just ain't gonna think
About you and him together
I ain't gonna think of the things that I did that you loved
That I know he does better
I ain't gonna sit up
All night in my car
Outside your house on the chance you come out
Just to torture my labouring heart
And I ain't gonna worry
'Bout what's in these pills
The man on the street says they've helped him to beat
All his demons and even some angels
So goodbye, good riddance
Here's the last fuck I can give
I'm too sad for this shit
Well, I ain't gonna kill myself
At least not tonight
See I've always believed that there's something in leaving
When something ain't turning out right
So I'm packing up the trunk of my car
With what little shit I've got left
Get behind the wheel take a few of these pills
And pray for a natural death
Goodbye, good riddance
Here's the last fuck I can give
I'm too sad for this
