If it takes 11 messages To get 10 "seens" Picking up your phone 9 times Talking to 8 friends With 7 telling you to forget it But 6 thoughts run in your head And 5 are pretty good ones I'd think 4 words Regret it maybe 3 times But after 2 deep breaths I'd take that 1 good chance And say,
"Maybe we could work"
And by "we," I meant the 2 of us. We'll count to 3, and theΒ Β we'll be Happier and louder than the 4th of July. Our hands meet; ten fingers become 5, After 6, the sky is bleak But we have 7 more hours to sleep.
By 8, we have coffee and conversation And you leave me after 9 train stations I ride alone for 10 more minutes You've already left 11 new messages I called you and you pick up at the 12th ring
I said, "come home," and I hear you crying
So maybe we go round gain Here and there, tying knots and ends For if a countdown ever would be I wish the best for you and me
Because numbers are there So things may seem fair But truth is, no matter the stage It is with you I'd like to age
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