Pleasing Malady کے بول

There's a contradiction deep in my heart Some days it wins some days it loses But try as I might it's a constant reminder I spin this malady around again Each day I free it from my pen On the good days it invites me inside We have a beer, forget our fears We jam all night long and miss work in the morning So I've found a way to even it out I take the joy, ignore the hatred My malady grows ever pleasing each moment I spin this malady around again Each day I free it from it's pen