January first
they go storming in
to those glass contraptions
like one day means a hell of a lot
to this human race's skin

And there's a young spirit getting ripped,
scarred for eternity
by a world, a word, a sentiment
from this mother fucked up country

screaming, "It's not okay,"
and crying, "Your not worth it anyway
unless you have something empty to say
and thirty pounds underweight you stay."

and then there's me
who's bought it all metaphorically
and then there's me
singing I know a different way to be

you can't feast on feelings when you're
you're wasting away
you can't dream of possibilities
while you
keep dying each and every day

and so I
chose to eat my own words
and I
wrote this little song
in hopes someone hearing it
might just
get up and dance along

so now
tell me if this is your
first day of you?
are you resolving to thoroughly
be all that you can too?

yeah I know it's hard
remember it's me too
but I bet we can lick these wars
if we consume them in twos

so take my hand and smile at me
show me your heart
I promise not to eat it up with my
highly saturated art
but you can eat mine all you like
you see it's fat free for you
because how do you assign a calorie
to what's only my little truth?