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