thank god for what was brainwashed by a drunken night your hands couldn't stand another one of my tears
thank you for noticing the stress bags shadowing my brown orbs i don't sparkle anymore, do i?
i am counting white sticks in the dish i am counting the days until the end i am counting the numbers i've written i am counting the names on a list
bounce in time with the song that explains my life tonight:
if that's all you will be you'll be a waste of time you've dreamed a thousand dreams none seem to stick in your mind 2 points for honesty it must make you sad to know that nobody cares at all...
in my mind running in a field spin to stumble nearly tumble but arms reach and pull me straight it's a fuzzy haze a fuzzy phase