Whittle Down The Days

Life is a mistake. We’re throwing the towel in
Everything I hate is fighting me back again.
Lying down awake, I found in you
The means to fall forward, to say that I’m sorry

Laughing at the way I tell the truth
And I whittle down the days to lies for you
But when do I escape this hell that you sold me?
Because the little things we stay for always seem to change
I whittle down the days, I whittle down the days

Nothing I can say, it’s the lie, it’s the lie I fear
Get out of my way, it’s the truth, it’s truth my dear.

Everyday we can die old in this town
Means any second I will stop feeling young now.
I don’t know what I do when I’m by myself.
Well any second of the week I’ll be found out.

Laughing at the way I tell the truth
And I whittle down the days to lies for you
But when do I escape this hell that you sold me?
Because the little things we stay for always seem to change
I whittle down the days, I whittle down the days