Bad Day

Well I just washed my car and I think it’s gonna rain
I’m not gonna quiver or complain
And I just smashed my hand on it’s stupid metal frame
That’s enough to drive us all insane
Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right
There’s always a thorn in my side and it’s not right
So complicated we’re tired and unpaid
Tough to admit it accept it not my day
And now i’m just a target
I’d bridge to word it so i’m just standing where I just
Don’t know, I know i’m not for you
And I should be asking how
Should I stay asleep, or brave it now
Nothing to sort out and nothing to do right
Always a thorn in my side and it’s not right
So complicated we’re tired and unpaid
It’s tough to admit it, accept it not my day