Hide And Seek

Forearms can’t cover up lies in hiding
Counting makes the only sound
While I wait for hours to be found
So much for making up rules while we’re playing
Who cares about the rules anyway?
They’re for mindless fools and child’s play (play)
This time (this time)
Yeah, this time (this time)
It’s my turn, it’s not your turn
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Why should it make sense?
Why are you so un-spontaneous?
And why does your way
Sound the same as yesterday?
So I’ll shift and bite again
Draw a mark on your skin
That turns you the color pink
What exactly will they think of you?
This time (this time)
Yeah, this time (this time)
It’s my turn, it’s not your turn
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or…
Why are you jealous?
Overbearing, overzealous
What for? What for?
Is it the lost memory
Of all those games you played with me?
All those games you played with me
All those games you played on me
All those games you played on me, on me
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek, I’m not finding
Ready or not, ready or not
Ready or not, ready or not