Bad Day

 

Bad Day

(Juliana Hatfield) 1998 Juliana Hatfield Music, BMI

 

I ask myself why did I run away ?

I guess mayvbe I was having a bad day.

 

I screwed it up again.

I made another friend, a desperado named "trouble".

He showed his gun to me.

He took my money.

I think I understand what makes a boy become a bad man.

To suffer greatly from the indignity of working for a living,

Why would I want to breed ?

The monotony.

Driving me crazy.

I shouldn't rock the boat.

I think my head's about to explode.

 

I ask myself why did I run away ?

I guess maybe I was having a bad day.

 

I lost my head.

I made my bed all by myself.

Now I don't sleep in it so well.

I'm taking off my dress but you won't touch me now.

This room is such a mess.

I really don't know how to be the perfect girl

But in a perfect world I'd give you what you need

And you'd be giving me another chance.

 

I ask myself why did I run away ?

I guess maybe I was having a bad day.