The music stops and the cork is popped.

Champagne is pouring over the top.

The cork hits me hard, it creates a bruise,

And they pour me glass.

That’s when I realized I’ve never liked champagne.



I looked for someone I knew, mostly only you.

Hoping for a kiss, or even just a clue.

The image hits me hard, you’re kissing someone else,

And they pour me another glass.

That’s when I realized you never liked me back.



Our eyes meet, and we finally greet.

It’s midnight and I suddenly feel beat.

The fact hits me hard, your new years kiss wasn’t with me,

And they pour me another glass.

That’s when I realize my new years resolution is getting over you.