Counting

Doubt finds you fast
when you’re alone telling me to be
No different she talking to me
thru the end of his telephone
I’m tellin her just to listen
Are you counting up or
counting down
I’m in your life with such precision
So tight, tight, tightly wound never see
lifes what your missing
You spend all your time just thinking
about what other people are thinking
They wonder you show no interest
like a rat in a race knowing you’re never winning
The truth is too hard and painful
when your youth is what you’re leaving on the table
Make up your mind to live your life
right or spend your days at the end of the line
It’s what your missing