Hard Day - Matt McAndrew

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