I spent the night counting down all the cracks in the wall   I'll start having to cope with the fact that   I see everything that used to hold my feet on the ground   Falling apart around me      Everybody knows the world will spin without you   And talk about you when you're away   Your best years see further away      Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor   And try to pretend   That things are getting better, that I'm changing   Bi i still feel the same      My friends and I still get off on making no sense at all   We'll start having to cope with the fact that   All these words that make no sense will be the best I've ever said   They make sense in my head      Even if this is the last sunshine   Let's warm ourselves in it   We'll just spend the rest of our days in the shade      Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor   Maybe I won't   Things might get better, Yeah, I might change   But I don't care at all