I didn't bother to tune today and oh oh oh oh I didn't run a comb through my hair I didn't shave or shower And when I woke up I was a stray and oh oh oh oh Clothes of old I had to wear, a slave to every hour On a good day I could be better I'd explain Probably never It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song And it's more than I can take, and it's more than just heartache In dreams and fights before a cycle that prolongs How wrong my song was today I didn't bother to call my friends I didn't go and drive I didn't bother with the food i would need to crawl right back inside A little madness would be quite a pain, it could be my demise If it weren't for the promise that I'm subject to surprise On a good day I could be better I'd explain Probably never It seems that life is more than a simple kind of song And it's more than I can take, and it's more than just heartache In dreams and fights before a cycle that prolongs How wrong my song was today I'll be in the backyard down by the shade I'll put up my best guard of the betrayed I'll write you a postcard if you relate I'll put up my best guard, I'l put up my best guard, I'll put up my best guard of the betrayed