(fiddle and flute, a swaying misty waltz)Should old subscriptions be forgot,and never brought to mind?Should auto-renew be left to rot,for the sake of auld lang syne?For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,we'll cancel one free trial, for the sake of auld lang syne...the resolutions written, the gym membership signed...the same exact December, the same exact mind...(beat drops — drill, autotuned rap)Auld lang subscribe, another year went bysame goals on the same list, did I even tryshould old recurring charges be forgot and never seenfourteen apps still billing me for things I've never beenNew year, new me, that's the lie I tell each fallfroze the gym, kept the streaming, never went to the wallI been paying for a meditation app to feel less stressedthe stress is mostly checking why my card keeps getting pressedAuld lang subscribe, another year went bysame goals on the same list, did I even tryshould old recurring charges be forgot and never seenfourteen apps still billing me for things I've never beenWe two have run about the slopes, and the free trials fine —but we've wandered many a weary buck, since auld lang syne(fiddle returns, fading like the last of the night)...for auld... lang... unsubscribe...
