Boxing Day

It's just another day of our ordinary lives
Nothing feels so wrong, but nothing ever feels right
What's this occasion for?
Why do I feel so bored?
I wanna spend this day alone, along and nothing more

It's another holiday, trying to figure out a way
how to spend this boring Boxing Day

Parties late at night, everyone's getting drunk
I wish that I was home listening to my
Punk rock, on the stereo, but instead I'm here
Sitting all alone, sipping on a beer