"Threehundredsixtyfive Days In A Week" lyrics

It was a fraction of what I felt
I went back to feel it again
I had to handle the cards I was dealt
I didn't want you to be a fair-weather friend
Fair-weather friend

My path forked as I waited
All of my work gone and wasted, wasted on you

Everything stripped bare
My cold empty hands, they sat there
I couldn't tell what you wanted me to be
But I knew that I wanted you to need me

My path forked as I waited
All of my work gone and wasted, wasted on you

Words flood my head
But I can't seem to find what to say
You need me
To go on and live another
Words flood my head
But I can't seem to find what to say
You need me
To go on and live another

My path forked as I waited
All of my work gone and wasted, wasted on you