Lyrics

there’d be days i wouldn’t get up
if it wasn’t to smoke
avoiding all morose
and toxic signs of false hope
can you see me?
i’m not useless

there’d be days
i’d find a reason just to stay in bed
justa twisting about
the maybe 50,000 dead
and the fires and the fascists
and the rich white man sings
the stories of his troubles
while the trans kids
hang by a string
there’d be days

there’d be days
that i would love it when you pushed me around
and secretly i thought that it was somehow
just what i needed
and i thanked you
i never knew you

the furthest or the farthest
i’m still not really sure
but my heart is of the purest
metaphysical blur

there’d be days i’d sense an evil
like there’s no coming back
but i had been immune
to all repeated attacks
there’d be days that i could feel it
in the back of my neck
the torturous sound of a soprano saxophone quintet
there’d be days

mama never said that there’d be days like these
mama said she never said
there’d be days like these
my mama never said
there’d be days like these
mama said a lot of things
but not these things

Words and Music by Christian Hurd




there’d be days
i’d think that i might be next in the queue
with my head in a vice and laying right next to you
with our heads about to roll
hear our stories be told
by a man in a hood
who once said that we should try to be good