What a Year

Lyrics

[Verse 1] January came in talking big, then slipped on its own damn plan February had six new apps and not one that works when you need a hand March brought rain, a busted pipe, and bills stacked to the ceiling By April every group chat had a “quick call” with no end in the meeting [Pre-Chorus] We made a list, we lost the list We swore this year would not be like this Then one more thing went sideways fast We laughed and said, “Well, fuck that” [Chorus] What a year, what a beautiful mess Big damn dreams in a wrinkled-up dress We got knocked down, got back in the game Cussed at the calendar, showed up the same Here’s to the wins and the glorious wreck The plans we forgot and the checks we wrote late Raise up a glass to the weird shit we survived What a year—hell, we’re still alive [Verse 2] May had heat, June had smoke, July ate the weekend whole August left the laundry mountain looking like it had a soul September said “new routine,” we bought a notebook, felt so wise October’s “one small project” grew six heads before our eyes [Pre-Chorus] We made a list, we lost the list We swore this year would not be like this Then one more thing went sideways fast We laughed and said, “Well, fuck that” [Chorus] What a year, what a beautiful mess Big damn dreams in a wrinkled-up dress We got knocked down, got back in the game Cussed at the calendar, showed up the same Here’s to the wins and the glorious wreck The plans we forgot and the checks we wrote late Raise up a glass to the weird shit we survived What a year—hell, we’re still alive [Bridge] November brought leftovers and a “just one more” task December asked what happened—we said, “Don’t fucking ask” But look at us, still laughing, still making room For one more good surprise to crash into the room [Final Chorus] What a year, what a beautiful mess Big damn dreams and a whole lot of stress We got knocked down, got back in the game Cussed at the calendar, showed up the same Here’s to the wins and the glorious wreck The plans we forgot and the checks we wrote late Raise up a glass to the weird shit we survived What a year—hell, we’re still alive [Outro] Yeah, we’re still alive And next year can wait outside