This Year

[Verse 1]

I broke free on a Saturday morning

I put the pedal to the floor

Headed north on Mills Avenue

And listened to the engine roar

[Verse 2]

My broken house behind me and good things ahead

A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time

Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking

Ahaha! Listen to the engine whine

[Chorus]

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

[Verse 3]

I played video games in a drunken haze

I was seventeen years young

Hurt my knuckles punching the machines

The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue

[Verse 4]

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out

Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean

Locking eyes, holding hands

Twin high-maintenance machines

[Chorus]

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

[Verse 5]

I drove home in the California dusk

I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum

Pictured the look on my stepfather's face

Ready for the bad things to come

I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway

The motor screaming out, stuck in second gear

The scene ends badly, as you might imagine

In a cavalcade of anger and fear

There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year

[Chorus]

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me