My Bad Days

Dear Mother, we all got bad days

And I know you'll understand

Where we open up a foreign door

With a pair of foreign hands

Where we find ourselves alone at the foot

Of a pair of foreign stairs

Dear Mother, you know how our bad days

Can catch you unawares, and catch us unawares

Dear Mother, we all got bad days

And I know that you'll agree

With a bottle that's filled up with Vicodin

And a child who looks just like me

And a cellar that's as dark as winter's cold

With a hole in the stone cold wall

And a child like me who's hiding

A child who can't hear your call

There's a string that runs through our bad days

If you pull that string real tight

The days all crumple together

And all that you see is night

And the doorknob becomes your enemy

And the window, you see through a haze

Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside

And see all my bad days

Well, my bad days all got together

And they stood in a row for me

And I plunged deep into the row

And I couldn't hear and I couldn't see

And I came out after thousands came

And thousands passed away

Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs

And I wait for more bad days

There's a string that runs through our bad days

If you pull that string real tight

The days all crumple together

And all that you see is night

And the doorknob becomes your enemy

And the window, you see through a haze

Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside

And see all my bad days