In this last year, I’ve seen a lot of… hot days and long nights and ignorant assholes who say that we fight for the wrong wrights
I’ve seen friends move away in cars and on flights while I still just move to the beat if the song’s tight
And I’ve been beyond hyped for shit that seems silly, but what else is life about, really?
Boredom can kill me, and excitement can build me up so tall, I step over small things with ease
With all our degrees, we still can’t stop the freeze of isolation as we lay in our beds under sheets
Or is that just me? Head full of southwestern ennui feeling restless next to palm trees
But beyond these fronds, they’re no promise the sales pitch is honest, so I try in earnest to make what I want of this world
And if that’s your situation, please accept my congratulations as I say…

Congrats to one more year of this, two more beers to double-fist
Three more cheers for laziness, that angel from those baby pics is grown
Happy happy birthday

Looking back on past punk shows, lost in reverie for brevity, ‘cause expression sounds better when it’s sweaty
And gaits are unsteady as we tread, heads bob to sounds beckoning us to raise hands and hearts with no leavening
Married to the moment without a wedding ring, reception’s in the parking lot, divorce on Monday morning when the party stops
And I think we all knew that those last few Baccardi shots were parting shots, and the next four days will be the hardest
When all your friends are artists and idealists, to deal with some real shit is really a drag and it’s tough to conceal that
We long for the days when we hang like tapestry, top off our glasses and rehash past blasphemy
I’ll quit drinking when you quit apathy, but until then, I’ll have the audacity to say…

Congrats to one more year of this, two more beers to double-fist
Three more cheers for laziness, that angel from those baby pics is grown
Happy fucking birthday