Reduction of the Day

These days never seem to be
What they are first described
As obvious as it is, with all the percentages
But when was it ever about numbers?

The meaning of the name
And translation of birth
Left me in awe and hands in air
Oh, the story of how you saved me

But now, it's the days after
That mean everything to us
Where we spend our times
In places packed half way

Dis-peace overwhelms
I don't know where to go
I've made the same mistakes
And now eyes burning of excuses