all my plans just blow up in my face
and i guess i'm just having a bad day
but every single day it seems just the same
and i'm so sick of having a bad day
and i wonder when my lucks gonna change
i keep having a bad day
and i don't know what else i can say
and i've had three hundred and sixty five bad days
and i can't believe what time it is
it looks as if i've done it again
i let another day slip drip down the drain
and i feel like i'm wasting my time
saving a never ending line
with nothing else to do but watch time tick away
sometimes i think about calling it quits
and i guess i'm just having a bad day
they tell me to cheer up and to deal with it
but i keep on having a bad day
and i don't think you know how i feel
and i'm so sick of having a bad day
and i don't think i'll ever learn to deal
with having three-hundred-sixtyfive bad days
the last thing i need is another friend
they always turn out so bad in the end
and i don't think i can deal with that again
and i can't believe i've wasted all year
i've got to get so so far away from here
