The Fifteenth Day Paroles

How was this supposed to go?
Stuck on the if's the and's and the althoughs

Was I still yours how could I know
When my fiber began to unwind
And when I couldn't pretend that the if's and then's
Weren't taking quarter in the back of my mind
Well from out so far they seem to raise the bar
So what now? How many days till I get back to par?
Till the ghost gives up

Oh, they ask for it and I said no
Oh, as convinced as a man you'll know

Was I still yours? I didn't know
In my asking like an orphan for more
On the car ride up, on the fifteenth day
I made my asking with my head on the door

I offered my insides, up into the skies Where I asked amiss in a selfishness
Where I saw in my hand a snake what was really a fish
Where the measure I held spread a little too thin
I tried to bulk it up with talk but it was all talk to begin with

So the morning brought about a brand new fall of man
And I woke a son asunder just trying to measure up again
Till the ghost gives up

Oh I know, it wasn't easy for me it wasn't easy for you to let go
So let go

I was a son and I still am I want to tell you that