Counting back the days
Counting, counting
Now it's a blurry haze
Cigarettes and Midnight silhouettes
Fueled my teenage years
It's time to fight these tears
Counting and counting
Walking home till dawn
Passed out on mother's lawn
Oh what a disgrace I've became
Counting, still counting
My skin and memories
Are like prison bars
Just strong enough to hold me
Not the  life momma wanted or fancy cars..