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 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