Seven Days

I wish I could make my mind go slow
 Find the piece that would make us whole
 I feel it as it folds
 The future doesn't hold
 To put aside what we both know
 Won't heal the past
 Maybe my choice is better made fast
 (Better off without)
 I hear my conscious tell me know
 I see no other way to go
 Matches lit down to the nail
 Line my cards up all to fail
 Push me, rip me, reveal to me
 No pain just blame, the truth I need
 A promise, a barter, what's the use
 How we've been reduced
 Light it up, make it fast
 Maybe what I touch ain't meant to last
 You look to me for an excuse
 But I have zero to produce
 Matches lit down to the nail
 Line my cards up all to fail
 Words trip as they slip through my lips
 These lies I must shed as clothes before bed
 I wake and can't shake my mistakes
 These lies I must shed as clothes before bed
 Seven long days dear I waited frustrated
 Each action debated plain stated you're guiltless
 Can't redress or repress what we must admit
 I play this game without deceit
 And in the end who did I cheat?
 Matches lit down to the nail
 Line my cards up all to fail