My Year of Meaningful (2011)

I wrote a thing on our botswana blog about leaving, which interestingly enough started out to be just a blah blah blah wah wah wah kindof nyeeaaaaaahhhh whatever thing, (I know what I mean by that, and that's all that matters)
and it ended up making me sad.

Ok it didn't help that:
It's one of those dreary rainy irish days;
I had just been super mean to my sweet darling poopie love of my life;
I've just accepted the fact I'm going to miss some people & they're going to miss us;
My house is dirty & I have to clean it;
I had this playing while I was writing (TRACK 6!!!!!);
(Queue pretentious mood-coinciding lyrics-- I never do this!!! WTF!)

Winter's setting in again
And it feels
Like the end is near
Senseless sense and I'm alone
Watching the seconds
Passing by

Come January I swear this world
Won't be the one
That we once lived on
Took an oath
For a promise sworn and broken
All that's gone
Away

When Monday morning you can't wake up
Still dreaming of
What could've been
Something good has gone and left you
It's another tear
One more denial

Come January...