I go a little crazy in January
every year it’s the same
I blame SAD, but I really don’t know
why I fuckin’ hate it so!
The claustrophobic sky just won’t
give up it’s blue,
only fuckin’ grey will do
in this godforsaken month.
And i feel that every aspect of
my life is shit and not worth squat
and i fight the urge to bolt from it,
And part of me feels January
is the month of revelation.
The rest of the year an illusory
trashy paperback stack
Then January arrives
with a truth, that’s hard to deny.
I’m fuckin’ counting the days until you are gone,
I can do without your cruel candour,
your honest bullshit.
Let me live in blue skies,
in fragrant daze,
and the solace of lies