Ten nine eight seven
The countdown just began
Everyone praying to Heaven
Waiting, hoping, holding hands.
I’m rummaging through the crowd to find you
I see you in my future
I choose to see you
So I want to kiss you like couples do every new year to be sure
But 10% of me wants more
Wants more of the excitement you dull
Six, five, four
I see you now, your eye on the tree
So instead of kissing you into the new year
I walk away
Its hard but its better
Three, two, one
I close my eyes to open them in the new year
From today, I’m reaching for better.
