Cursive

Break in the New Year

New years ago

We drank and danced and left our sour hearts behind

We sweetened for a kiss --

The kiss of a new year to come

But those days are gone

We never got resolution -- it never comes

All the best wishes were blown

So blow out your candles -- the year won

So long, to longing for the ressurrection of an unbrindled wantonness

Break in the new year...

Fear

Whipped us in shape

We must stay afraid -- our new god is discipline

New, but hardly improved, it's just new cliches

"They might nail your hands, but your neck has been saved"

So break in the new year with a vintage wine

Here's to aging, when some things just get bitter with age

And other are made to be broken

Broken

Broken in...

We're disciples of discipline

Sweetened for the kiss...

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