Days

She speaks to me in riddles every single morning
It helps her think that she is "staying on her toes"
She wears her makeup thick upon her face
It helps her cover all her woes
She never cared too much 'bout anything
It helps her make it through her day
She picks herself up later every night
When all the facades fade away

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, pain
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, rain
Sunday, time to find herself again
If she can

She cries herself to sleep after every conversation
It helps the guilt coerce itself to memory
She leaves the world behind at every inconvenience
It helps the past ride itself out to misery
She still remembers when I kissed her goodnight
It doesn't help, but it doesn't hurt
She can recall professing love by moonlight
And she's tried to stop, but she still knows what it's worth

Through Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, pain
And Thursdays all through Saturdays, rain
On Sunday, there is time to find herself again
She knows she can find herself again

She gets so many things she wants
She covers herself with nothing that she needs
She lies to herself and all of the world
But she still knows the truth, she still keeps her dream

One day when it's over, one day when it's past
And all of these things have fallen away
She'll recover the meaning, she'll be there at last
And I never left sight of her beautiful face

The cruelest pain is I can't set her free
The saddest thing is I can't make her see
The worst feeling is I must let her be
For the most important thing to me is she