One more day to be my friend here
One more day to be my color
Wondering how to define
It's over

One more day to make my summer
One more day for you to discover
Wondering how to see it's over
It's over

One more day to be another
One more day to be a lover
Wondering how to say
It's over

One more day to hold her hand here
One more day to pretend she likes it
Wondering how to deny
It's over

Watch him do what she likes
And I really like her too
Another angle, another view
Please save you

If she ever needed a thing
Done
Who knew she needed a thing?
Me

No way here

I left you whole with a part of me
Saw in you what you see in me
Kept my promise to never tell
Your decision to make it well
You have something you kept from me
Something dark you hid from me
Smiling face and a heart so dark
Lingering hope never coming back

I don’t believe you
I can’t believe you
Wanted nothing
Wanted something
I said goodbye
I had to try
Came back to nothing

Good to know you have a use for me
I’m expected to be just me
Wait here silent for sins I’ve done
Consequences for what I am

I don’t believe you
I can’t believe you
Wanted nothing
Wanted something
I said goodbye
I had to try
Came back to nothing

Tried to be good
Tried to be blind
I tried to believe
I had to try

In me now
It begins
Bring it along
As it won’t be back again

The effects
All the same
Think of the time when
You thought I was everything
Just like now

Free
In the outturn now
Time is slowing down
Life will make you now
I will never make it stop for you

In the outturn now
In the outturn gone

Wash it white
Make your mark
Bring it down and laugh at you instead
In this life
What have you done?
Another world, another time
Lost again instead

Rise for the hurt and sorry
You caused and never acknowledged fire
And sudden silence
Mind the stranger’s glance
The new day breaks like a bleeding crime
Never expected
Or never ever like this

Holding your own in a battered life
All night distanced
Life that follows
Smile
When the fire does escape, the bleeding slows

I’m sure the answer will arrive before it’s over
Sometime after the last September

Freefall on a windy morning
Stop, nothing but a secret track of footsteps
That proves that you were once there
Spoken like a hidden cloud
Like the sound of gunshots
Taken by the wind for all down there to hear