Cursive

Break In The New Year

Cursive


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... 
Break in the new year... 
Break in the new year... 
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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