Crumpled papers on the front seat, these prescriptions give descriptions of the side effects; never mess with medicine they say / You’re inconsolable, it’s uncontrollable, the GP’s hand upon your shoulder, she’s saying “Chelsea, honey, take it day by day”
Yeah it gets better / But it also could get worse / Tainted blessing, stubborn curse / And all the same, you just take it day by day (by day by day)
So sick of fighting with your fickle fucking brain / This inner dialogue is driving you insane / But worst of all you feel mundane / A boring list of old complaints / You know the score, you’ve played the game / As the seasons fade away, you just take it day by day (by day by day)
There’s something wrong with me / I don’t think I’ll ever be okay / I just take it day by day (by day by day)