Some days are dry, some days are leakySome days come clean, other days are sneakySome days take less, but most days take moreSome slip through your fingers and onto the floorSome days you’re quick, but most days you’re speedySome days you use more force than is necessarySome days just drop in on usSome days are better than othersSome days it all adds upAnd what you got is not enoughSome days are better than othersSome days are slippy, other days sloppySome days you can’t stand the sight of a puppyYour skin is white but you think you’re a brotherSome days are better than othersSome days you wake up with her complainingSome sunny days you wish it was rainingSome days are sulky, some days have a grinAnd some days have bouncers and won’t let you inSome days you hear a voiceTaking you to another placeSome days are better than othersSome days are honest, some days are notSome days you’re thankful for what you’ve gotSome days you wake up in the armyAnd some days it’s the enemySome days are work, most days you’re lazySome days you feel like a bit of a babyLookin’ for Jesus and His motherSome days are better than othersSome days you feel aheadYou’re making sense of what she saidSome days are better than othersSome days you hear a voiceTaking you to another place
Some days are better than others