You can count on that.

I'm mixed up when I'm breathing lust
for shit i've learned to dread.
I lose track and get bored
with the storage system in my head.
and all the words she says can strangle all that's left for self-esteam
I've failed the test that seeks for evidence of if she's listening.

I waste time when resting my eyes
but i sleep for the cause
She's out there where nobody cares
she knows it's not her loss
and it takes away the fundamental status quo to be
as i pretend to be the everything, of what she asks of me

I know in dreams you feel nothing
but nightmares alway bring you pain
I know thet kisses give you luck
but your life is screwed if you get fucked
at least that's what they say.
you can count on that anyway.

I've been sure that i have no worth
to anyone with hands
I know love means nothing at all
without the bullet cans
but she drags on all her past to the present as if there were no years
she doesn't know the things i whisper when she neglects the sounds she hears

I know in dreams you feel nothing
but nightmares alway bring you pain
I know thet kisses give you luck
but your life is screwed if you get fucked
at least that's what they say.
you can count on that anyway.

I know in dreams you feel nothing
but nightmares alway bring you pain
I know thet kisses give you luck
but your life is screwed if you get fucked
at least that's what they say.
you can count on that anyway.