it was a bad luck kind of day
in a grey sort of city
woke up to a yawn
that splits your skull and makes you wonder
where can all this tired come from
when you've slept away the day

good afternoon bedroom
afternoon bedroom walls
shadowed by the rainless clouds
its that kind of day

have you heard from mom today?
i think she left the country
picked up her degree and ran away
its that kind of day

and when you break
you fall far
and when you break
you

in a grey sort of city
in a grey kind of way.