Do you remember nights when the planes would race over our heads?
And I would argue that theres no such thing as UFOs and there no such thing as hope
And you would think after a year and a half I would face the truth and I would face the skies
But if this dies then I don't mind because I can make myself believe that you are slowly turning into anything tonight I don't mind because I can make myself believe that you are slowly turning into everything
All I had to do was put it down
Well I guess tonight I don't mind
Because I can make myself believe that you mean everything to him when words don't mean anything to me
And so this world which I'd leave soon came rushing back to me
And all these actions which I would call my own
So now I'll lose the will to fight, paint my walls a different white, the usual you know
Well if this dies then I don't mind and you can go back to him
Hey I can bang things as well
And I can fuck everything over like you always wanted me to, like him to do
But your on my walls your on my sheets
Your on the bed in which I sleep
Your in the air in which I breathe
Your everything around me
Will you count the letters?