Not At Fault

Wait, is what you say. Wait just one more day.

Been left for dead, reran these images of where it first began.
Another time, another place. A part of my life I can’t replace.
I’m walking heavy tonight my dreams are shattered and so far out of sight.
If I sew it up, you’ll pull the stitch. There is no scratch to cure this itch.

When is that day? It used to seem not so far away, my friend.
Or is it the end…it’s coming soon.
So just wait, is what you say. Wait just one more day.

And on a humid summer night, I’d grab your hand and I’ll hold it tight.
I’ll give you one last kiss goodnight on your cheek.
I’m drinking heavy tonight my dreams are shattered and so far out of sight.
I sewed it up, you flipped the switch. It seems we never found our niche.

Not at fault, no point of blame.
Still nothing could stay the same after it all comes down.
I’ll turn my head and I’ll walk away after all there’s nothing left to say.
After it all comes down.

There are no three words you can say that will sway my mind tonight.