The x's on, the calendar are
Losing their ink
The zippers on your amber eyes, everynight are
Losing their blink
I count down the days here
You wear out your ways here
I can't see anything
Except the grey
And I'm sorry for that
The same old fights
Through the bathroom door
Are losing their sheen
The same old nights
Up for hours
Watching you sleep
I count down the days here
You wear out your ways here
I can't see anything except the grey
And I'm sorry for that
Except the grey
And I'm sorry for that
So sorry for that
I'm your, stab in the back
And I'm so, sorry for that
I'm sorry
I count down the days here
You wear out your ways here
I can't see anything except the grey
And I'm sorry for that
Except the grey
And I'm sorry for that
So sorry for that