Bummer Days

I say I wanna wake up with the dawn
But every night I sleep with the shades drawn
I keep telling my shrink I wanna feel okay
But I get off on all my bummer days
I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
I’ll stop crying at my party
I’m tired of feeling sorry
I’ve had about fifty last cigarettes
Before they’re out, I have the next one lit
I spent the last two years in shoes that were too big
And if it’s not my lungs, I’m gonna die because I trip
I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
I’ll stop crying at my party
I’m tired of feeling sorry
There’s always something that I’m doing
To keep me far from where I say I’m gone
I’ll stop crying at my party
I’m tired of feeling sorry
I’ll stop crying at my party
Because I’m tired
I don’t know what I want, but I know that I feel bad
And then when I feel good, I think I make myself sad
I wanna feel like I can get out of my own way
I’ll stop crying at my party
I’m tired of feeling sorry
I’ll stop crying at my party
I’m tired of feeling sorry