Bad Days - Glass Hands

Can’t feel love but kinesthetic

Cut me open as expected

Stole my heart, gave me prosthetic

Self-induced, pushed to addicted

So cut me out and let me down

Let me down

You let me down

Some would call it bittersweet

I call it nothing at all anymore

I’ve got these bruises on my skin

I’ll win, I’ll win

Most nights like these I never win

I’ll win, I’ll win

So now I’m trading the bad days in

So I can mend

And maybe now I’ll win

I’m cutting ties with the lies

Now I’m finding out what it means to be hypnotized

And now I’m out on my own

There’s not a place to call home

I fucking miss you, but I hate you

Now I’m sad but there’s no going back

No going back

No going back

I came back to the place that we first met

In my head, it was more than broken images

You broke me, bled me, believed me

So why’d you lie?

Why’d you lie?

I’ve got these bruises on my skin

I’ll win, I’ll win

Most nights like these I never win

I’ll win, I’ll win

So now I’m trading the bad days in

So I can mend

And maybe now I’ll win

Every word you said

Went straight through my face

I’m gonna find out

How to set my own pace

Every word you said

Went straight through my face

I’m gonna find out

How to set my own pace

And every word you said

Went straight through my face

And now I’ve found out

How to end these bad days