Matt McAndrew's video: Matt McAndrew- Hard Day Audio

Matt McAndrew's new EP "Rush in Slowly" is available everywhere now: iTunes http://apple.co/2jBg5KP Apple Music https://itun.es/us/QpWCeb Spotify http://bit.ly/2joADad Amazon Music http://amzn.to/2jBj06c Google Play http://bit.ly/2ihXOpr Follow Matt on... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mattmcandrewmusic Twitter: https://twitter.com/MattMcAndrew Instagram: https://instagram.com/mattmcandrewmusic Snapchat: http://snapchat.com/add/Matt_McAndrew Website: http://mattmcandrewmusic.com/ LYRICS A broken heart drug schedule A masochist mind and a five dollar shoe shine A hand to hold my ankles/ I’ll hang out any window for you I get sick but I’m sweet where it hurts You’re an onion that cries but you lie like a church Get your demons/ I’ll get even when you get confused It’s turning out to be a hard day for me I must have left my ecstasy In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans And it makes so sad It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had As we passed tin pan alley The smoke was like acid A missed rite of passage But grass is always greener And grazing graced amazing your blues If I trip, I’ll be flat on my face Catching tears on a paper to paint you a picture, you peasant It’s my pleasure to keep you amused It’s turning out to be a hard day for me I must have left my ecstasy In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans And it makes so sad It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had Throw your God damn sticks and stones At my body but you don’t know Throw your God damn sticks and stones Ooh I’m not to blame for the needle or the setting sun I’m not to blame for the wicked things that I ain’t done I’m not to blame but I guess I’m wishing that I was It’s turning out to be a hard day for me I must have left my ecstasy In the pocket of a past life pair of jeans And it makes so sad It’s turning out be a bad one for those who like to bear their heart and soul It’s weighing on my sleeve like solid gold Madder than the hatter for dirty habits I’ve never had