Seven hours to midnight

Stocked up on wine and beer

For tonight's the start of a new year

The start of a new year

And what better way to dive in,

Than head first and drunk off your a*s,

Drunk off your a*s.

The fridge is full of things I like

the scent of bread baking in the oven

Baking in the oven

It fills up the whole house

The radio plays memories with melodies

Memories with melodies

My head is full of lyrics now,

The thoughts are coming as they go

Coming as they go

Ringing ringtone of the phone

For wishes before they can't get through

Before they can't get through

Now it's seven hours to midnight

Everything's fine but I know why I'll drink

I know why I'll drink

It's seven hours to midnight now

Lost in thought and I know what I'll miss

I know what I'll miss