I didn't bother to tune today and oh oh oh oh
I didn't run a comb through my hair I didn't shave or shower
And when I woke up I was a stray and oh oh oh oh
Clothes of old I had to wear, a slave to every hour

On a good day
I could be better
I'd explain
Probably never
It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song
And it's more than I can take
And it's more than just heartache
In dreams and fights before a cycle that prolongs
How wrong my song was today

I didn't bother to call my friends I didn't go and drive
I didn't bother with the food I would need to crawl right back inside
A little madness would be quite a pain, it could be my demise
If it weren't for the promise that I'm subject to surprise

On a good day
I could be better
I'd explain
Probably never
It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song
And it's more than I can take, and it's more than just heartache
In dreams and fights before a cycle that prolongs
How wrong my song was today
I'll be in the backyard down by the shade
I'll put up my best guard of the betrayed
I'll write you a postcard if you relate
I'll put up my best guard of the betrayed