All in a Day's Work

Well it's a question of the outside versus the inside
What am I trying to find
Make sense of what's on my mind
So I can scribble it on a page
Stacked like a stack of dirty plates
Balanced on the shaky limbs
Of a petite red-headed girl

She smokes nearly a pack a day
Drags herself into empty space
That dark washburn kind of way
Wine and smoke stained teeth do decay
With a half life of one point eight
But I never liked science anyway
What the hell am I trying to say
From my lips so cracked and grey

I'll have a cabernet by candlelight
Chant hare krishna
Battle fight or flight
And it's all in a day's work



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Fausnacht
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