New Year’s Eve
We went up on the roof
Of our apartment building
Five minutes before midnight
To watch the fireworks
Later on we drank alcohol
And watched some TV
Including an interview
With Bukowski
Then came an argument
Over something petty
It got so ugly
That beer cans started flying
During the course of the night
I drank ten Heinekens
One A. Le Coq Special
And a bottle of saké
I woke up in the morning
With a splitting headache
Covered in sweat
And last night’s regrets
I went to the kitchen
To get a glass of water
As well as some painkillers
There was only one left
My woman had spent the night
Sleeping on the couch
I invited her to bed
Where we made up and fucked
I first met her four years ago
On a New Year’s Eve
The best I ever had
Whereas this one was the worst
After we got up from the bed
I puked bile into the toilet bowl
It felt fucking horrible
Why do I do this to myself?
We made frittatas for breakfast
Which were delicious
And as the day moved on
My regret was gradually gone
