This Year
Listen to the clouds breaking over my head
Welling in a pool at the foot of my bed
Fender with the stains where my fingers had bled
Sister crying out and I think that she said
It’s so cool in here (x3)
This year
Watching as the numbers start to fade
on the radio that my father had made
I think I’ll turn the key, but it couldn’t dissuade
how I feel
It’s so cruel in here (x3)
This year
Remembering my fingers brushing your frame
How you used to smile when I mention your name
The radio, the songs and I’m making the same mistakes again
I’m a fool in here (x3)
This year
I’m a fool in here (x3)
Somewhere there’s a world out there (x2)
Somewhere there’s a world out there for me
I Guess I’ll lay on down
No one to share this frown
And I guess you’ll turn around
This year it’s going down
I’m a fool in here (x3)
This year
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