Lyric

Tomorrow is a day that is banging on my door

when I didn’t get to deal with today

or yesterday

Don’t get me started on yesterday

Cause that.day.sucked.too

and the day before yesterday

that.day.sucked.too

And I’m thinking ’bout this week

and it really did pile up

Yes it really did pile up

I drowned, I lost a lot of stuff

Bad luck has no safe word

it never listens when I say ‘enough’

and the world says well that’s tough

Deal with it

deal with it

why don’t you get over it

Cause I am still under it

and don’t know what I’m dealing with

I’ll write a self help book that’s full

of all the useless advice I ever got

when everything looks bad

and my motivation’s shot

Oh you have your family

Oh you have your friends

But they don’t live inside a skull

where the death march never ends

Can’t you try some medication

Anything to stop the whining

but I ran through the pharmacy

and found no silver lining

O get some fucking exercise

or maybe volunteer

When getting out of bed each day

feels like it takes a year

Counselling and diet!

Shut up and be quiet!

Please ignore the riot

that broke out in your head

Deal with it

deal with it

why don’t you get over it

Cause I am still under it

and don’t know what I’m dealing with

Cause I am still under it

and don’t know what I’m dealing with

 

A word for the concerned.  I’m actually feeling kind of chipper – I gave blood yesterday. I am a worthwhile person with an awesome brother, a mother who loves me, a father who nudges bemused tolerance over to love when he has the energy (joking, pOp: but I get to do that, especially since I know you WILL fetch me off the side of a road in the middle of the night), two lovely kids, a most excellent ex, numbers of friends who have already demonstrated how much they love me in a large variety of gratitute inspiring ways, and a very floofy cat, who is not appearing in this picture.  The first 10 lines came into my head as I was drifting off last night.  Now it’s 4 in the morning and I’m finishing it.  I am thinking Buzz needs to be fired up, as I hear jangly electric 12 string as the accompaniment.

 

Published by

Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

Leave a Reply