Dissatisfactions

Crumpled papers on the front seat, these prescriptions give descriptions of the side effects; never mess with medicine they say
 You're inconsolable, it's uncontrollable, the GP's hand upon your shoulder, she's saying "Chelsea, honey, take it day by day"
 Yeah it gets better
 But it also could get worse
 Tainted blessing, stubborn curse
 And all the same, you just take it day by day (by day by day)
 So sick of fighting with your fickle fucking brain
 This inner dialogue is driving you insane
 But worst of all you feel mundane
 A boring list of old complaints
 You know the score, you've played the game
 As the seasons fade away, you just take it day by day (by day by day)
 There's something wrong with me
 I don't think I'll ever be okay
 I just take it day by day (by day by day)