11th track on Descendents' sixth studio album, Cool to Be You, “One More Day” was written by drummer Bill Stevenson about his relationship with his long father.
“He and I always had a terrible relationship. We spent a good part of my adult life being somewhat estranged from each other. He became il...
Spent the last years in denial of my grief
Because you hated me, anyone could see
I'll always wonder what I meant to you
And why you hated me, what I did to you
And I can't get anywhere
Pretending that I don't care
Lying to everyone I see
When the only thing I needed was
One more day like yesterday
I'd pick you up, you'd put me down
Wish you were still around
For one more day like yesterday with you
And in the end we didn't have a thing to say
Still those games to play, then you passed away
I'll always wonder why you had to leave
Why you hated me, then laid the blame on me
Cold antiseptic stares
The smell of the sickroom air
Yeah, I let you go down there
The only child who never cared
About one more day like yesterday
I'd pick you up, you'd put me down
Wish you were still around
For one more day like yesterday with you
I'll always wonder if I could have meant more to you
I'll always wonder if I could have done more for you
How I could just turn my back, how I could just walk away
How I could just close my eyes and watch you die
We never got along
We never got a chance
To sing our song of love
I loved my daddy boy, did you love your boy?
Oh, you feel so warm to me now, it's cold in this room
Tomorrow they'll put you in the ground
Then there's nothing I can ever do
To have one more day like yesterday
I'd pick you up, you'd put me down
Wish you were still around
For one more day like yesterday with you
One more day like yesterday
One more day like yesterday
One more day
One More Day was written by Bill Stevenson.
One More Day was produced by Bill Stevenson.
Descendents released One More Day on Tue Mar 23 2004.