Name: Numbered Days
Duration: P00H04M56S
Description: I tend to be rough on this song when I talk about it, and I should try to be kinder. It was written by 25-year-old me, and for that guy, it was a landmark. However, it was 37-year-old me who recorded this version, and it was a tough song to revisit. It made it on to the album because my bandmates (Pete and Lizzy) insisted it be included. Fair enough.

Numbered Days

from Life Like Luster by Half Zaftig

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I tend to be rough on this song when I talk about it, and I should try to be kinder. It was written by 25-year-old me, and for that guy, it was a landmark. However, it was 37-year-old me who recorded this version, and it was a tough song to revisit. It made it on to the album because my bandmates (Pete and Lizzy) insisted it be included. Fair enough.

lyrics

Come inside, think there's room for you
Been so long, can't remember
Rest your head, see that someone cares
That won't change tomorrow
Fear inside, you're afraid to be
Cut your ties to all you feel
Blind my eyes, I can't bear to see
My hand in sight, but not taken

And I could say you're wrong
My words their meanings all are broken underfoot
And all the things I ever told you came to nothing

Pass me by, do it once again
I fall apart in my anger
Blackened skies, something's dead in me
And I just don't give a damn anymore

And I could bring you down
Destroy your shelter, all that you hold dear
And all the things you've ever done amount to nothing

If one day you lose your will to live
Remember you once had found it
Believe in your empty phantom world
And know that your days are numbered
If ever you find yourself alone
Remember who put you there
So live in your empty phantom world
And know that your days are numbered

And in the end, it's I who's wrong
By weakness blinded time and time again
I've got to find it in myself to understand you