Hard Day

It’s turning out to be a hard day for me
I must have left my ecstasy
In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans
And it makes so sad

A broken heart drug schedule
A masochist mind and a five dollar shoe shine
A hand to hold my ankles
I’ll hang out any window for you
I get sick but I’m sweet where it hurts
You’re an onion that cries but you lie like a church
Get your demons
I’ll get even when you get confused

It’s turning out to be a hard day for me
I must have left my ecstasy
In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans
And it makes so sad
It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul
It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold
Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had

As we passed tin pan alley
The smoke was like acid
A missed rite of passage
But grass is always greener
And grazing graced amazing your blues
If I trip, I’ll be flat on my face
Catching tears on a paper to paint you a picture, you peasant
It’s my pleasure to keep you amused

It’s turning out to be a hard day for me
I must have left my ecstasy
In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans
And it makes so sad
It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul
It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold
Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had

Throw your God damn sticks and stones
At my body but you don’t know
Throw your God damn sticks and stones
Ooh

I’m not to blame for the needle or the setting sun
I’m not to blame for the wicked things that I ain’t done
I’m not to blame but I guess I’m wishing that I was

It’s turning out to be a hard day for me
I must have left my ecstasy
In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans
And it makes so sad
It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul
It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold
Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had