Zero one, zero one

It’s the first of January, but I don’t know what’s new
I found a place to rent, oh well, a room without a view
So I make up pretty scenery, and project it all on you
It’s the first of January, don’t ask me what’s new

It’s the first of January, but I’m already through
Every last page in the diary, so to scrawl these words to you
I tore up my wedding dress with your old razor blades
It’s the first of January, and my bed’s already made

It’s the first of January, I’ve forgotten about the sun
If it rises anymore, well it forgot about London
In May I may remember, if I make it here that long
It’s the first of January, all their celebrating’s done

It’s the first of January, but my resolutions gone
I made it in your bed, the first place I really belonged
You were lying on your right side, for something I’d done wrong
It’s the first of January, but my resolutions gone

It’s the first of January, a day for friends and lovers
They’re already saying ‘she never really recovered’
If I’m written out so quickly, let me give you my consent
Keep this signature forever, now I don’t need a name

 

(Copyright Mark James Pearson)