Em Bm
some days feel alone , on your own ,

like a rolling stone
G D
a perfect waste of a perfect day
Em
some days feel like chores ,
Bm
you get more than you bargain for
G D
a heavy plate for one to undertake

Em Bm
i hate to say “i told you so” ,
G D
but i just thought i’d let you know

Em Bm G D
some days , they taste like lemonade
Em Bm G D
some days can feel like razorblades
Em Bm G D
i wish i could float away , some days

Em Bm
some days smell like spring , birds , they sing , jasmine’s blossoming
G D
everything , oh it’s everything
Em Bm
some times things can seem evergreen , like the tv screen
G D
reality , it’s reality

Em Bm
i hate to say “i told you so” ,
G D
but i just thought i’d let you know

Em Bm G D
some days , they taste like lemonade
Em Bm G D
some days can feel like razorblades
Em Bm G D
i wish i could float away , some days

Em Bm
i hate to say “i told you so” . . . . . .

Em Bm G D
some days , they taste like lemonade
Em Bm G D
some days can feel like razorblades
Em Bm G D
i wish i could float away , some days

Em Bm G D
some days , they taste like lemonade
Em Bm G D
some days can feel like razorblades
Em Bm G D
i wish i could float away , some days