Theres No Such Thing As Bad Days

there’s no such thing as bad days
when that’s what you got all the way
i’d proudly look younger on a sunny night wonder
if i prayed
remember that old smoky room
smellin’ of bad cheap perfume
or hearts oh so mellow
or minds painting dawnings too soon

crossed the line that told us not to try
crossed this heart with lilac-green own sparks

my misery turns into gold
when i just can’t bargain my soul
i felt so outraged when the devil said
‘go home, my son