The Numbers

The numbers

Press my face against the glass and make fog

As it evaporates i wait for my message to dissolve

And i’m debating with the buzzer whether to buzz or not

And all i ever do is cycle through the same few thoughts

The TV flickers against the wall so you must be watching friends

And i’m ready to be arrested for standing here again

If you send me back to my house i’ll understand

You never did prefer me to my hologram

I ran the numbers and the numbers won, the numbers won

What good are numbers when you love someone?

So now i’m washing windows eighty stories up

Add soap to my tendencies, open-and-shut

And the view’s much clearer of the mess on your desk

And that look on your face when you’re stressed and obsessed

Yeah it’s really time to move on but my feet are frozen

And you haven't even texted since god knows when

I ran the numbers the numbers started bleeding on the floor

Don’t you need me anymore?

Eighteen thousand reasons why we hit a wall

But i’ll keep on counting ’til i get ‘em all