I woke up at 7am on my day off
Nowhere to be but I wasn't tired
I got out of bed on the first try
A total success, at taking a shower
I don't talk about the good days
I just sing about the bad
If you'd rather not take the bleaker path
You can steer it back
To the high road
On your high horse
I spent half the morning at brunch with my best friends
I offered to drive and nobody freaked out
I went back to bed when I got home
Some time to myself, a couple of hours
I don't sweat the bad days
I don't miss the good
And when I start to hate myself
I remember I shouldn't
Because I like me
No, I love me
Only when nobody else is around
I spent Monday morning inside of a magnet
Ostensibly find something wrong with my brain
I drove home and sat in my driveway
Cried for myself, at my lack of power
I often wonder just how f*cked up it can get
Before I really hit the bottom
Because I haven't found it yet
But when I do I'll probably write about it
I'll certainly sing about it
So you can think about it as much as I do