5, 6, 7, 8, Count the numbers of pills you take Oh, look at how happy she is What a fake *****. We all know that shes sad That shes ruining her life But she doesn't care She'll just keep counting.
He asked me if I believed in god today And I smiled And stirred my coffee And shrugged off the question And avoided his gaze.
I walked home today Twisting the ring on my finger Listening to the music in the distance Someone's playing a piano on the street And I sat next to an old man and listened.
He drew on his pant leg with a marker And looked wistfully at the sky Holes in his hat and No shoes on his feet And I asked him if he believed in god
He looked at me With a wrinkled face that had seen many lives And pointed to the ******* the piano And smiled at me And said "This is god", and nothing more
So there I sat With an old man and a little ******* the piano And my feet were hot So I gave him my shoes And bid him adieu
So I walked back home And looked him in the eyes And said I met god And he looked at me And we went on with our lives