This has been my year of loss Not what I imagined When we sang Aud Lang Syne No profits but plenty of cost Not what I remember of the promise of midnight This has been a year of ghosts Haunting and impossible to hold in my hands Memories come far too close Remind me of the folly of the best-laid plans This has been a year of tests Multiply my madness by ten-thousand times Because the answers are all incorrect There is not a punishment that fits the crime And I'm tired of singing Songs about breakups I promise this is my last one And you won't see me Drying my tears In public now that I am done My feelings are things That just get in the way Of an otherwise productive life Believe me when I tell you I could easily live without Any or all of that strife (Verse 1) (Verse 3)