A year rolled by like a buzzing fly
Too quick to come, too quick to die
To kiss all of those days goodbye
Is something too hard to dream

I missed you all the year now gone
I drank with night, and slept with dawn
From society I had withdrawn
You helped me build my self esteem

Alone, I wasted my selfish time
Drowning in my greedy slime
Alone, smothered in my hungry climb
To an ending, cold and solemn

So, I drink this wine to the year now past
And I drink this rum to the year’s contrast
And some vodka for the love, at last…
My, I think I have a problem.