It's Been A Long Year.

Toast to the worst ones.
Make love drunk, stupid.
Pushing hard.
Nights spent wasted, wasting
time, money.
I swore that we'd be different.
And you swore you wouldn't lie.
But we all swore things before.

The Party Is Over.
Toast to it.
Toast to better times ahead.
Drink fast, forget what's said.
Wake up sore, another year
I spent with you.
But in the morning;
The mourning.

What Happens Then?