It's just another day of our ordinary lives,

Nothing feels so wrong, but nothing ever feels right.

What's this occasion for? Why do i feel so bored?

I wanna spend this day alone, alone and nothing more.



It's another Holiday,

Trying to figure out a way

How to spend this boring Boxing Day.

Parties late at night, everyone's getting drunk,

I wish that i was home listening to my,

Punk rock, on the stereo, but instead i'm here,

Sitting all alone, sipping on a beer!