theidiotking:

The Dismemberment Plan - The Ice Of Boston

Pop open a bottle of bubbly, yeah
Here’s to another goddamn new year
And outside, two million drunk Bostonians are getting ready to sing “Auld Lang Syne” out of tune
I sit there in my easy chair, looking at the clouds, orange with celebration
And I wonder if you’re out there

Pop open a third bottle of bubbly 
Yeah, and I take that bottle of champagne 
Go into the kitchen, stand in front of the kitchen window 
And I take all my clothes off, take that bottle of champagne 
And I pour it on my head, feel it cascade through my hair 
And across my chest, and the phone rings. 
And it’s my mother. 
And she says “HI HONEY HOW’S BOSTON?” 
And I stand there, all alone on New Year’s Eve 
Buck naked, drenched in champagne, looking at a bunch of strangers 
Uh, looking at them, looking at me, looking at them, and I say: 
“Oh, fine Mom—how’s Washington?”