the maine
some days
Some days feel alone, on your own like a rolling stone A perfect waste of a perfect day Some days feel like chores, you get more than you bargain for A heavy plate for one to undertake I hate to say I told you so, but I just thought I’d let you know Some days, they taste like lemonade Some days can feel like razorblades I wish I could float away, some days (Some days) Some days smell like spring, birds, they sing, jasmine’s blossoming Everything, oh it’s everything Some times things can seem evergreen, like the TV screen Reality, it’s reality I hate to say I told you so, but I just thought I’d let you know Some days, they taste like lemonade Some days can feel like razorblades I wish I could float away, some days (I wish that I could float away) Float away, I wish I could float away I hate to say I told you so Some days, they taste like lemonade Some days can feel like razorblades Oh I wish I could float away