That night it was New Years.
Hip. Hip. Hooray.
Downstairs my antique lover and
my in between lover
are singing sweet melodies-
watching as my
new lover kisses me.
The clock strikes twelve.
I think they kissed two girls as well,
But that was just a game.
They were really watching me
as I kissed my new lover-
and turned away.

That night it was New Years.
My cheers are all gone,
I move into the bathroom,
And I turn the tub on.
But the faucet won't strike me
With its cool frozen rain.
I crawl inside the bathtub,
And I think on my days.
I curl up in blankets,
Pretending I'm in water,
Drowning in my sorrows,
As well as my lovers.
Oh, I can't go on like this,
Life isn't about...this.
Having three different lovers,
Asleep, downstairs.
One day you've gotta choose,
And I choose you.

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