Tonight was memorable, but will I remember?
Like the Counting Crows sing, it's been a long December.
Nightly drinking by the fireplace, burning timber.
Lights and ornaments in a constant glimmer.
Many hopeful people waiting on Santa Clause, but I'm no longer a member.
Christmas wishes have gone away
and shooting stars don't shine like yesterday.
So I'll be happy with what I can get.
Enjoying each moment that I'll probably one day forget.
It will all be my fault, that much I can admit.
I load my water bong and take another hit.
I'm done promising that some day I'll quit.
Tried and failed, I guess I just don't want to live without it.
Like a baby denied milk from its mother's tit, throwing a fit.
Sad little bastard, feeling weak and shit.
Christmas wishes have gone away
and shooting stars don't shine like yesterday.
So I deal with the reality that yesterday has passed and each today that we have could be our last.
So with patience I top off my glass and I raise a toast to my past.
Thankful for all my love ones from my leading cast.
We only get one life and it goes too fast.
If I get any final words, I choose, "I love you all" as my last.
Christmas wishes have gone away
and shooting stars don't shine like yesterday.
Nomad 