The Last Fuck I Can Give

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