These Days

These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong They're gonna hang me high For my crimes I've got nothing to lose now But these tears I'm crying It's high time that I paid the price So that the next time maybe I'll think twice Does it matter to you, girl To know that I'm in misery These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong It's five o'clock in the morning And I'm not home I'm surrounded by people But I'm really alone I know I'm keeping you waiting, girl But I don't care I'd come running to you If I weren't tied to this chair I'm so tired of hiding, baby And getting wrapped up in lies These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong These are the days When your good graces have left and gone You're left counting the ways You're left counting the ways You're left counting the ways That I've done you wrong That I've done you wrong