This Year

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

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

Aha Listen to the engine whine

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

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

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out Cathy

Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean

Locking eyes holding hands

Twin high-maintenance machines

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

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 down shifted 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

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me