Six or Seven

Muted and gray are all the words that you say

I’m not listening anymore anyway

Perfectly shaded everything seemed at first

But that was just well rehearsed

“This will be the last time” I say

But always, it’s all the same

Six or seven times before today

Things have ended up in the same way

 

          But the lightness in your tone

          And the brightness of your eyes

          Keep me coming back for another time

          It’s the flashing of your love

          And it’s the breaking of your heart

          That make me hope that this could be the start

          Of something good

 

Surrounded by the things that have sucked you dry

It won’t be long now before you die

Blinded by a fear of pain and loneliness

You crawl back into the arms of such a mess

Come on girl get outside of your head

Forget about all the dirty things that he’s said

Six or seven times you’ve disappeared

This time was the last time I fear

 

          But the lightness in your tone

          And the brightness of your eyes

          Keep me coming back for another time

          It’s the flashing of your love

          And it’s the breaking of your heart

          That make me hope that this could be the start

          Of something good

 

You wish everything could be the same

But I just can’t quite shake the pain

All these words and all these apologies

Don’t make up for all the things that I’ve seen

I’ve been busted up from your hands

And I know that you don’t understand

Six or seven times we’ve made it right

But I think that I should cut it off tonight

 

          But the lightness in your tone

          And the brightness of your eyes

          Keep me coming back for another time

          It’s the flashing of your love

          And it’s the breaking of your heart

          That make me hope that this could be the start

          Of something good

 

 

Run away, run away, you gotta get away, get away

Before it’s too late

I wanna help you

Get away, get away you gotta run away, run away

Before it’s too late

 

Six or seven years up to today

Don’t throw it all away

 

 

(Mat Weddle, May 2004)