Brandi Carlile

Time of day I can't recall,
The kind of thing that takes its toll.
Over years and over time,
Over smiles and over wine.
All in all it wasn't bad,
All in all it wasn't good,
But I still care.
That's the problem with the days
They're never long enough to say,
What it is you never said,
All the books you never read.
I throw myself into the wind
Hoping somebody might pick me up
And carry me again.
Where are you now?
Do you let me down?
Do you make me grieve for you?
Do I make you proud?
Do you get me now?
Am I your pride and joy?