Dear Mother, we all got bad days
And I know you'll understand
Where we open up a foreign door
With a pair of foreign hands
Where we find ourselves alone at the foot
Of a pair of foreign stairs
Dear Mother, you know how our bad days
Can catch you unawares, and catch us unawares
Dear Mother, we all got bad days
And I know that you'll agree
With a bottle that's filled up with Vicodin
And a child looks just like me
And a cellar that's as dark as winter's cold
With a hole in the stone cold wall
And a child like me who's hiding
A child who can't hear your call
There's a string that runs through our bad days
If you pull that string real tight
The days all crumple together
And all that you see is night
And the doorknob becomes your enemy
And the window, see through a haze
Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside
And see all my bad days
My bad days
Well, my bad days all got together
And they stood in a row for me
And I plunged deep into the row
And I couldn't hear and I couldn't see
And I came out after thousands came
And thousands passed away
Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs
And I wait for more bad days
There's a string that runs through our bad days
And if you pull that string real tight
Days all crumple together
And all that you see is night
And the doorknob becomes your enemy
And the window, see through a haze
Dear Mother, I wish you could stand inside
And see all my bad days
My bad days
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