Teksty: Juliana Hatfield. Bad Day.

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day
I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

I screwed it up again
I made another friend
A desperado
Named trouble

He showed his gun to me
He took my money
I think I understand
What makes a boy become a bad man

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day
I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

To suffer greatly
From the indignity
Of working for a living
Why would I want to breed?

And the monotony
Driving me crazy
I shouldn't rock the boat
I think my head's about to explode

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day
I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

I lost my head
I made my bed all by myself
Now I don't sleep in it so well
I'm taking off my dress

But you won't touch me now
This room is such a mess
I really don't know how
To be the perfect girl

But in a perfect world
I'd give you what you need
And you'd be giving me
Another chance

I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day
I ask myself why did I run away?
I guess maybe I was having a bad day

I lost my head
I made my bed all by myself
Now I don't sleep in it so well