Down the days that you forget
Tore the pictures off my walls
Write the world between the lines
Framed the faces I applaud
In the four walls of my room
All the same sad eyes
All the same, all alone
In the four walls of my room
Not a day that I was sent
Write the world between the lines
Count the pictures that you keep
Not a day that I was sent
Not a name that I might place
Burned down days like cigarettes
Not at my parade
For your hollow praise
Standing where I wait
Celebrated and arose
Not a name that I might place
Keep it, hide it all away
All of this, I now regret
Let it never show
Not a day that I was sent
Let it never show
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
Others praised and I can't come
Like a name I call my life
For your vanity in vain
All of this and I regret
All of this, I now regret
Framed the faces I applaud
There's a secret that I keep
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
Let it never show
All of this, I now regret
Not at my parade
