The internal dialogue of disbelief over your betrayal
sees me through everything I do

shadowing my every movement
clouding my every thought

and I can't seem to be busy enough
to get questions of how we ended up here out of my mind

and it's not the days I am most disturbed by
under a darkened sky when misguided truths have no where to hide

your lies echo in the long shadows spilling out of dark corners
sleep won't come. sleep never comes. no, not tonight

what's in the promise that tomorrow will bring
because there's nothing left in this ******* house to organize or clean

nothing in the pantry left to cook or bake
and I've already had too many pieces of the **** chocolate cake

fine. OK. I can see that there's no easy way out
so let the days come, the nights too. lets let time pass and push us away