The last guy completed butchered the lyrics to this song. This is by ear again, but about 10 times as accurate.
Called in sick to work today,
I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done....but anyhow
Made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattle the leaves, yeah.
I Told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a long, long time
Stuck inside your dream so long it wears you down, it grows you old....and that's a fact
Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time....but it'll be back soon
Used to think that justice had to root for happy lives, but now I'm not so sure at all
Come home
Why don’t you come home?
I could not remember why you left
And I’d rather be happy than right this time
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense...more or less
He says common sense is such a scam
And I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?" oh
He says you're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you choose....but I know:
That anger's alright
But bitterness? no
Cold, uncontrollable sad
And I'm unable to let go
And it should be as easy as telling the scab from the scar
Well I don't know ...(etc.)
Called in sick to work today I couldn’t have gotten a damn thing done
The last guy completed butchered the lyrics to this song. This is by ear again, but about 10 times as accurate.
Called in sick to work today, I couldn't have gotten a damn thing done....but anyhow Made myself some coffee and I listened to the rain rattle the leaves, yeah. I Told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a long, long time Stuck inside your dream so long it wears you down, it grows you old....and that's a fact Cold light comes to clear the fog away from time to time....but it'll be back soon Used to think that justice had to root for happy lives, but now I'm not so sure at all
Come home Why don’t you come home? I could not remember why you left And I’d rather be happy than right this time
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Called my dad to check in and to maybe find some common sense...more or less He says common sense is such a scam And I'm like "Dad, what do you mean?" oh He says you're either wrong or right and life will go on either way, whatever you choose....but I know:
That anger's alright But bitterness? no Cold, uncontrollable sad And I'm unable to let go And it should be as easy as telling the scab from the scar Well I don't know ...(etc.)
Called in sick to work today I couldn’t have gotten a damn thing done