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