it's not new year, i'm aware.

..

he said tonight, he'll give me his world
so genuine and sincere and frickin' pure
but no, not yet fully innocent (gosh, we made
a terrible mistake with one another, don't we) -
but the clock's gonna strike twelve, everyone will
cheer and it's going to feel great, i promise you -
'cause we can start anew.
fresh.
when the clock strikes twelve,
innocent.
(like how we were before the year wrecked us apart)

he said tonight, he'll give me his world
i said in return - i'll give him mine.


the new year's confetti glitters,
but nothing like his eyes.