Crumpled papers on the front seat
These prescriptions give descriptions of the side effects;
Never mess with medicine they say
Youʼre inconsolable, itʼs uncontrollable
The GPʼs hand upon your shoulder
Sheʼs 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, youʼve played the game
As the seasons fade away, you just take it day by day (by day by day)

Thereʼs something wrong with me
I donʼt think Iʼll ever be okay
I just take it day by day (by day by day)