Keeping Count

There's a demon at my door And he's keeping count of all my past mistakes Disguised as someone that I know Waiting patiently like there's no one left to take And if it's all the same I wonder why it is he came Why do I feel like I'm walking over my own grave Have a lead an honest life Can I work my hands raw enough To show how hard I've tried What if we all end up alone I'm hoping there's something more that we have not been told Our two ends meet at the fold And time, it passes with the pages Quoting every line won't slow it's curse on us So live like you were meant to make it Hold your head up high and never doubt yourself Cause if it's all we have Let's hope we make the best of it And never regret the mistakes we've made cause we learn from them Have I lead an honest life Can I work my hands raw enough To show how hard I've tried What if we all make peace with this I'm hoping the lives we lead make all the pieces fit And we'll be okay with it When I can only lay there for so long Before my body gives up Can my last conscious thought be You in the doorway, that night when we were innocent and young