I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked 
On your front door

I've walked by statues 
And never even made one chip
But if I can leave a mark 
On the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down 
With a little more hope than I had

The last day, the last day, the last day...

Wait a time 
To spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days [bad word] and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey