Bad Day

Well I just washed my car and I think it's gonna rain

i'm not gonna quiver or complain,

and I just smashed my hand on it's stupid metal frame that's enough to drive us all insane.

nothing to sort out and nothing to do right, always a thorn in my side and it's not right,

So complicated we're tired and unpaid,

tough to admit it accept it not my day.

And now I'm just a target, i'd bridge to word it so i'm just standing where i just don't know,

i know i'm not for you and i should be asking how should i stay asleep, or brave it now.

Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right, always a thorn in my side and it's not right,

So complicated we're tired and unpaid tough, tough to admit it, accept it not my day.