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This could be the first day of the best part of your life
A source of constant beauty sent up to your naked eye
The blood and hearts and ribs do as they should
And everything your father did was not passed down for good
Well, this could be the best day that you'll ever get to see
A good time to be alive with no us or them, only we
A time where boundaries still exist, but more like a guidepost
A time where everything you are is firmly etched in stone
You could climb a tree and save a cat
They'll hand you a reward, but you'll hand it back
Now this could be the worst day you could ever dream of
One of those days when you try to pour from your big empty cup
You could wear an ugly sweater, but it won't keep you warm
Not when all your insides are so gruesomely deformed
But who am I to say? I'm just dreading twilight every day
Scared to go to sleep, scared of what tomorrow brings
But most of all, I'm scared of coming clean
Now, this could be the first day of the brand new deal
The kind you'd find in dusty books you'd read on Grandpa's knee
There may be all the good coming your way
But maybe all those promises will be fulfilled today
You could climb a tree and save a cat
They'll hand you a reward, but you'll hand it back
The only glory that you'll need is your self-worth and self-esteem
But that won't be in question when there's nothing much to hide
And there's nothing to reveal
Maybe you shouldn't die today
Maybe you shouldn't die today
Maybe you shouldn't die today