Ok, what a good day.. everything's going my way, Knock on my door, oh who could it be now? Who would it be now? Oh, who should it be now? When the weeks turn into months and you say I've had too many, Think about the fact that you have gone & done plenty, Not to me, but the whole entire thing, Y eah the years before this was my fault or so I sing.. You can say I bought that table with the best ring, But I cant tell these fables while my soul breathes, Pick one, pick one..pick something different, Just please pick them and don't be the person I lived with... (Chorus)