Crumpled papers on the front seat, these prescriptions give descriptions of the side effects; never mess with medicine they say You're inconsolable, it's uncontrollable, the GP's hand upon your shoulder, she's saying "Chelsea, honey, take it day by day" Yeah it gets better But it also could get worse Tainted blessing, stubborn curse And all the same, you just take it day by day (by day by day) So sick of fighting with your fickle fucking brain This inner dialogue is driving you insane But worst of all you feel mundane A boring list of old complaints You know the score, you've played the game As the seasons fade away, you just take it day by day (by day by day) There's something wrong with me I don't think I'll ever be okay I just take it day by day (by day by day)