Am                            Em 
Some days feel alone, on your own, 

Like a rolling stone 
  C                  G 
A perfect waste of a perfect day 
Am 
Some days feel like chores, 
        Em 
You get more than you bargain for 
  C                      G 
A heavy plate for one to undertake 

Am             Em 
I hate to say "I told you so", 
    C              G 
But I just thought I'd let you know 

Am   Em         C          G 
Some days, they taste like lemonade 
Am   Em       C         G 
Some days can feel like razorblades 
Am                   Em         C       G 
I wish I could float away, some days 

Am                                       Em 
Some days smell like spring, birds, they sing, jasmine's blossoming 
C                   G 
Everything, oh it's everything 
Am                             Em 
Some times things can seem evergreen, like the TV screen 
C             G 
Reality, it's reality 

Am             Em 
I hate to say "I told you so", 
    C              G 
But I just thought I'd let you know 

Am   Em         C          G 
Some days, they taste like lemonade 
Am   Em       C         G 
Some days can feel like razorblades 
Am                   Em         C       G 
I wish I could float away, some days 

Am             Em 
I hate to say "I told you so"...... 

Am   Em         C          G 
Some days, they taste like lemonade 
Am   Em       C         G 
Some days can feel like razorblades 
Am                   Em         C       G 
I wish I could float away, some days 

Am   Em         C          G 
Some days, they taste like lemonade 
Am   Em       C         G 
Some days can feel like razorblades 
Am                   Em         C       G 
I wish I could float away, some days