Hear the sound and rumbling of empty rooms
The day is done, yet still you feel unfulfilled
At home you lay, wishing for more than this
I am not in control of my own damn life
Year by year, I pass in fear
Start the year, the kiss lingering from the night before
The memory fades away
And I'm left, all alone
Once more
I'm in a state of euphoria
Arms just dangling from off the couch
And in a storm of my own negligence
If I don't wake up I won't have to cope
A new year making me that much older
Reminding me of the words I regret
Alive and well, at least I'm half there
Pour the champagne
Here's to better days
A bit of luck may come my way
Here's to better days
It's not too late to come around
I'm in a state of euphoria
Lethargic, languid and seeking no help
A pounding headache a metronome
If I don't wake up I won't have to cope
A new year making me that much older
Reminding me of the words I regret
Alive and well, at least I'm half there
Pour the champagne now
Here's to better days
A bit of luck may come my way
Here's to better days
It's not too late to come around
Hear the sound and rumbling of empty rooms
Can hear the emptiness echo
The day is done, yet you still feel so unfulfilled
You've got to get up and go
At home you lay, wishing for more than this
And it just pains you to say it
I am not in control of my own damn life
I am not in control
And it just pains me to say
I'm not in control
Here's to better days
Here's to better days