Six or Seven

Muted and gray are all the words that you say

But I'm not listening anymore, anyway

Perfectly shaded everything seemed at first

But that was all just well rehearsed

This will be the last time I say

Always, it's all the same

Six or seven times before today

Things have ended up in the same way

But the lightness of your tone and the brightness of your eyes

Keep me coming back for another time

And it's the flashing of your love and the breaking of your heart

That make me hope that this could be the start

Of something good

Surrounded by the things that have sucked you dry

It won't be long now before you die

Blinded by a fear of pain and loneliness

You crawl back into the arms of such a mess

Come on girl, get outside of your head

Forget about all the stupid things that he's said

Six or seven times you've disappeared

But this time was the last time I fear

You wish everything could be the same

But I just can't quite shake the pain

All these words and all these apologies

Don't make up for all the things that I've seen

I've been busted up by your hands

Don't you see, can't you understand

Six or seven times we've made it right

But I think that I should cut it off tonight

Six or seven years up to today

Don't throw it all away

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