Patron Saint of Bad Ideas

I know your secrets I know everything you're trying to hide You're putting everyone on blast As a way to pass the time but you Want mine You want mine Heard your footsteps across the hall Loud enough to shake the walls Weighed with revenge and alcohol Most people tend to clean their mess When they know they're having guests You've made exceptions for last call And I'm tired I want to live in black and white Wanna stop this pointless fight I don't care what's wrong or right Seen you make a compromise For what you are on the inside It's deep enough for you to hide You stress everybody out It's hard to picture you without A crutch to live and die by now And I'm tired There's no hope left for us all You took the fun out of it all And when confronted you just deflect You've got an ego to protect And oh they say You were wrong you're always wrong You've been turning this into something that it's not And oh I say There are good days and there are bad days And the bad days seem to happen quite a lot And oh I say There are good days and there are bad days And the bad days seem to happen quite a lot And oh they say You were wrong you're always wrong You've been turning this into something that it's not And oh I say There are good days and there are bad days And the bad days seem to happen quite a lot