1, 2, 3 go and run with me
Youthful girl full of misery
4, 5, 6 and I’ll **** your ****
Bat eyelashes, blow kisses til it makes you sick

Numbers, numbers won’t you tell me what I am,
Am I another number? Another notch on your belt band?
I remember how much I loved meeting all your friends
but now you’ve got me hidden like it’s something that I said

1, 2, 3 open up and see
Nothing but the bedsheets and calculus theory
4, 5, 6 can’t pick it up that quick-
You talk to me for hours but it doesn’t stick

10 years, I’m 20, you’re 30 years old
I was warm as tea but on the shelf I’ve grown cold
You’re so loud and proud- you don’t seem very proud of me
I’m sorry I’m not older
Maybe one day I could be