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 the 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