“just the day to day”

Tyler R. Martin

Putting your hand through drywall,
Your fist bouncing off a beam.
Then recoiling sharpy,
As rage subsides to scream,
After finding out your father died
You beg to wake up from this dream.

But this is just the day to day;
In this wicked world you have to pay.

Nevermind the fact your car’s broken down
And your long time girl’s long gone.
Now your rent’s past due and you ignore the calls
Of your harpy landlord hounding you since dawn.
So all you can do is throw on an old record,
Crack a sudsy beer and sing along,
Hoping as you always do,
There’s some wisdom in the song.

‘Cause this is just the day to day;
In this wicked world you have to pay.