Another new year, another party, another hangover. Did I do this last year, and the year before, or the year before?
Another shrimp cocktail, another glass of champagne, another kiss as the clock strikes 12 times. I want to spend every midnight like this.
Another party favor, another noisemaker, another tiara. Why don’t I wear my new hat for days like I used to when I was five?
Another friend, another hug, another moment of absolute bliss. I want to spend every midnight like this.
I want more of the same and more of the new. I want to feel this way forever how I feel when I’m with you.