Ex Patriots' Day

Don’t miss the winter, I don’t miss the cold.
I don’t miss my tires going flat at 40 below.
I don’t need another holiday
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.
Living in New York is like a rebirth
Even in a 12 by 12 foot room I’m the king of the earth
I wouldn’t want it any other way
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.
Who deals the cards?
Who rules the stars?
And who knows the meaning of home
We all do (when we go).
I don’t miss your kiss, I don’t miss the fights
I don’t miss the itching nerves like mosquito bites
I don’t need another holiday
But I still have to say
I wouldn’t want it any other way
But I still have to say
I don’t miss the lover who walked away
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriots' Day.