Written by The Maine
Am Em Some days feel alone, on your own, Like a rolling stone C G A perfect waste of a perfect day Am Some days feel like chores, Em You get more than you bargain for C G A heavy plate for one to undertake Am Em I hate to say "I told you so", C G But I just thought I'd let you know Am Em C G Some days, they taste like lemonade Am Em C G Some days can feel like razorblades Am Em C G I wish I could float away, some days Am Em Some days smell like spring, birds, they sing, jasmine's blossoming C G Everything, oh it's everything Am Em Some times things can seem evergreen, like the TV screen C G Reality, it's reality Am Em I hate to say "I told you so", C G But I just thought I'd let you know Am Em C G Some days, they taste like lemonade Am Em C G Some days can feel like razorblades Am Em C G I wish I could float away, some days Am Em I hate to say "I told you so"...... Am Em C G Some days, they taste like lemonade Am Em C G Some days can feel like razorblades Am Em C G I wish I could float away, some days Am Em C G Some days, they taste like lemonade Am Em C G Some days can feel like razorblades Am Em C G I wish I could float away, some days