According to the Metro newspaper
today was supposed to be a 10 out of 10 for me
10 out of 10.
A perfect day they promised me today.
I read my horoscope on my way to work
10 outta 10
I thought I could do no wrong
I shouldn’t even try.
Sitting here now at midnight
I wouldn’t give the day any higher than a 6.
I gave in to that simple human conceit
I slipped on some ice
(though I was wise enough to give in to the fall)
I poured sour milk in my coffee and it took me five or six sips to figure that out
and now I’ve officially got heartburn.
I’ve had better 10s.
And it wouldn’t be so hard to take
If they hadn’t gotten my spirits up so high.
I never shoulda gotten off that bus.