Tastes Like Glass

It's just one of those days
Where everything goes wrong
When I break down
Will you come along
You'll get a front row seat
And a backstage pass
Champagne on ice
That tastes like glass

This morning I checked out
Of my old motel
She knew the wrong people
Got me a room in her hell
She said she knew a good time
I think I'll pass
She was cool as ice
But she tastes like glass

Sent invitations out
For the day I'd crack
The hours went by
But I never heard back
She said don't worry
She said it'd pass
Now I'm cool as ice
But I feel like glass

It's just one of those days
Where everything goes wrong
When I break down
She'll be coming along
With her a front row seat
And her backstage pass
Sipping champagne
That tastes like glass