one day i started
to try to purge you from my mind
then every fine behind
got all the way to
and almost cried out loud
cause that's how many kids we had
-or would have if you'd stuck around-
so i shook it off and pushed on through
getting caught again at
cause that's how many times you
i'm sorry baby. i won't do that shit no more.
then all the way to
before i caught my breath and grinned
as i remembered each tender spot you kissed
see there i go again
6 - 7 - 8 - 15 - 22
wait - wasn't that your pager number back when i first met you?!
the times in five short years you've somehow made me scream...
in pleasure, passion, anger, pain...and last night in a dream
i realized the counting thing backfired
and i got scared thinking that's how old i'd be before
these memories expire