Some Days Are Worse Than Others

I used to think I'd change the world if I could write a song Good enough to make you see the truth But everything I touch has turned to ruin and gone wrong And I can't believe the arrogance of youth And I know the world is turning when it feels like standing still Or slipping ever backwards by degrees It feels I'm always dying on the least productive hill And I haven't even planted any trees But all my chords All of my G major chords You know they couldn't move The House of Lords And all I've felt All the pain I ever felt You know it never stopped the ice caps melt Some days this world Makes me hide beneath the covers Some days are worse than others I used to think my heart was so reliable and strong Steady beneath your feet as frozen ground Believing all the promises of poetry and song I never dreamt how far I'd let you down And I know I am remembered for the shattering of dreams And never all the time I held the roof Our fossilized worst moments held forever in extremes And I console myself with versions of the truth. For all I gave All I told myself I gave I really thought that I was being brave For all I swore Ever steady ever more It comes to nothing if you're keeping score Some nights I can Answer the charges of those lovers Some nights are worse than others Some nights are worse than others I used think my stories were the place I could be known And I told them without having to pretend Now finally old enough to know that I'm not fully grown I see that I don't know how they will end The skins I shed the roads I tread The ways that I have fared They've turned me into someone not the same Some days I feel the anchor of the years that we have shared Some days I can only feel the chain And it washes off Yeah, it all just washes off And my arms will always be too soft I understand Maybe I finally understand That I might never know just who I am Some days I still Wake up jealous of my brothers Some days are worse than others Some days I still Wanna hide beneath the covers Wonder how we will recover Search the eyes of friends of lovers For a sign of my true colours Some days are worse Some days are worse than others