Calendar Year Lyrics & Chords By Fairwell Madison

Crumpled up is this near year.
We find a new one and it's filled with hope.
Tell me when the passion's here, releive the tension from my neck.
I spend the hours; eyes on my prize; abstaining from imbibing.
Wish I could fall into this glass and drown.
Apple juice and my champagne glass.
I avoild the smoke while others laugh.
The season's gone.
Crumpled up is this near year.
We find a new one and it's filled with hope.
Tell me when the passion's here, releive the tension from my neck.
I spend the hours; eyes on my prize; abstaining from imbibing.
Wish I could fall into this glass and drown.