so you dont want to hear about my good song?
you dont want to hear about how i am getting on (without you)
with all the things that i can get done (without you)
the sun is in the sky and i am by my lonesome (its beautiful outside, but even the rain agrees with me now. the fog. the wind. we get along.)
so you don't want to hear about my good day?
you have better things to do than to hear me say

'god its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
i took out the trash today and i'm on fire.'

so you don't want to hear about my good friends?
you dont have the guts to take the truth or consequence
success is in the eye of the beholder (beauty)
and its looking even better over your cold shoulder

i'm not suggesting you get to line me up for questioning (nothing is your buisness anymore, i get to have my own life. ive found myself, and its ok to be lonely sometimes)
but jesus think about the bridges you are burning
and I'm betting that even though you knew it from the start
you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart

(loniless is the human condition. no one will fill that gap. the best you can do is know yourself, know what you want. open up, and be prepared to fall.)

so go ahead and talk about your bad day..
i want all the details of the pain and misery
that you are inflicting on the others
i consider them my sisters and i want their numbers!

god its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
i took up croquet today and i'm on fire (i started writing again, drawing, playing music)

i picked up the pieces of my broken ego
i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
but i'd love to have you up to see the place
i'd like to do more than survive i'd like to rub it in your face!

hey! its been a lovely day! everything's been going my way
i had so much fun today and i'm on fire!
god it's been a lovely day everything's been going my way
ever since you went away hey i'm on fire!
i'm on fire...
i'm on fire...

(now the war is over, mussolini's dead
he wants to go to heaven with a crown upon his head
the lord says no, he´s got to stay below
all dressed up, and nowhere to go)

-sing, good day 'the dresden dolls'