Bad Days

Traumatic fiction
Not my kind of fun
When thrown a blunder
Think I wanna run

A one-room apartment
Thrown into the sun
Withholding affection
Feeling overrun

Conditioned guilt trip
Eating what I say
A heated exchange
Freezing on the way

Then bad days, give into night
We'll fall out, I realize
Too few words can push you away
And I lived it

Conflicted moment
Lasting for a day
A shootout in winter
Summer's run away

Addiction to fiction
Tape me to the frame
A blown-up prediction
No one wants the blame

Then bad days, give into night
I'll fall down, I realize
Too few words can push you away
And we'll live it

Now be a stranger, I've had some
Go more often than they seem to come
If someone came to take you away
I'll believe it

Now be a stranger



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Gill-macdonald
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