It's always this year's gift
Is it ever what I wanted
Was I unhappy living in the past
Has my growth been that stunted
When to be ashamed is to be defined
And all this self awareness 
The blind led by the blind
An empty conscience is sensitivity
I have to pretend I'm [bad word] with humility
It [bad word] on time
Not a second before the instant
But this year I think I'd rather be a relic
Than part of the present