Nobody's Accusing You (Of Having A Good Time)

Some days are gonna be diamonds some days are just gonna be stones Some days the reaper isn't looking so grim some days the past is the only mine that has gold But don't get too heavy Don't get so intense Don't make you this party's problem No one put a gun to your head Nobody's accusing you of having a good time Some days you're crawling forwards some days you're spinning backwards Some days your bullshit detector's turned off some days a medieval torture test won't even trigger a cough Don't get too petty don't be so exact You can't let go you can't relax A payment plan for heart attacks you got your money who's got your back Why can't we all just start from scratch There's no gun to your head