These are the days
When I cover my face
Totally
Whittled away

It’s just a phase
I’ll be on my way
Trembling
Out of the state

Did you expect me to ask you to stay?
I wasn’t expecting visitors today

You don’t believe
I say what I mean
If this is it
Then say it to me

So I repeat
The image I dreamed, wondering
If I’m still asleep

Did you expect me to temper my speech?
If you weren’t expecting the words you received
They’re still yours to keep