My Bad Days Lyrics

My Bad Days lyrics

Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and I know you’ll understand.
Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. Where we find
ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. Dear Mother, you know
how our bad days can catch us unawares. Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad
days, and I hope that you’ll agree. With a bottle filled up with Vicodin
and a child who looks just like me. And a cellar that’s as dark as
winter’s cold (with a hole in the stone of the cold wall). A child like
me who’s hiding, a child who can’t hear your call. There’s
a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight,
the days all crumple together and all that you see is night. And the doorknob
becomes your enemy, and the window you see through a haze. Dear Mother, I wish
you could stand inside and see all my bad days. My bad days all got together
and they stood in a row for me, and I plunged deep into the row, and I
couldn’t hear and I couldn’t see. And I came out after thousands
rose and thousands passed away. Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs
and I wait for more bad