Counting Songtext
von Widemouth

Fog′s rolling in
Over the mountain and we're
Sitting outside
Talking our jobs again

Last time we sat here
I swore that I loved you and I
Was counting the inches
Stretching between our hands

You′re mostly the same
Don't think you're eating enough these days
But that′s not my place
You don′t need my help feeling small anyways


You touched my arm
Told me you liked my sweater
And I flinched away
Said that I'd had it forever
But thanks anyway

Night′s rolling in
Taking the Metra to Wicker
Book in my hand
Still haven't touched the liquor

Face in the window
I know I don′t love you now but I'm
Counting the people
That kept me alive till now