Perfect Day

(Before the Bomb Drops)

Another shot at a perfect day.
Another shot at a perfect day.
Another shot at a perfect day.
Another shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away.
Hey, another shot at a perfect day
Another shot at a perfect day
Another shot at a perfect day
Another shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away
Another shot at a perfect day.
Another shot at a perfect day.
Another shot at a perfect day.
Why does it ever go away?

Woke up at 9 for the first time I felt like in my life
Logged online selling shirts
I think the price is right
I live behind an old wooden man
With his old wooden hands, in his old wooden land
Cold hooded vandals, tried to get inside my head again
But I said "No."
I just went on slow, got some coffee, no one can stop me
Right at the top of the steps
Call me Rocky
Known as sloppy, but my place is mean
My face is mean, I want to taste the dream
Erase some things hate will bring
Down your schemes and make you fall from the sky
I hate so much and I don't know why
I dream so much and I don't know why
Money brings everything back to reality
So I dream I don't have anymore
And there goes gravity

It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away
It's my shot at a perfect day.
 I don't know why it ever goes away, hey
It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't care about what they say
It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away.

Drinking and thinking too much
Both will end you before there's an us
Caffeine is the new cocaine
Fame killed Kurt Cobain, I write songs so I don't go insane
Sad but true
These's thing I had to do, I'm not mad at you
But it's bad we grew, out of ourselves
Slaves to the door and no one else
I should make a to-do-list
Before my time gets foolish
I make music and everything else feels abusive
My job is a nusance
I work like a slob and feel useless
I wish I could quit
But then my parents would think I'm a piece of shit
I know what I love more than anything out there
I write such basic songs I wonder who cares
You want complexity, the rest of me
Rappers need a recipe
I can block all of you out, end all of the doubt
And have fun
And then I can be someone
Then I can say, I had a perfect day
Another shot at a perfect day
Another shot at a perfect day
Why does it ever go away?

It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away
It's my shot at a perfect day.
 I don't know why it ever goes away, hey
It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't care about what they say
It's my shot at a perfect day.
I don't know why it ever goes away.