Uninspired Writer

Honest Numbers

i've won, but at what cost
have i lost too much?
the reasoning is skewed
like i've forgotten the lyrics
i don't know if i've sung this
my throat is sick, scratchy
thoughts of Rosa, vent from my tongue
and hatred fumes from my nostrils
NYE'n party and all was yesterday night
brought to attention at my cousins house
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

if i could count the number of times i've thought of you
we would need a book, just to make up new numbers beyond infinity
if we made a movie to catalogue the times you've made me feel amazing
it would take a lifetime to watch, with breaks in between
i can count on you, with the same confidence as when i count my two eyes
you're always making someone smile, still catching me by surprise
your movement is water, your hands are like noodles
your vocals are powerful, your fun little doodles
if i could measure the times you've understood
i'd create a unit, just for you
when nobody accepted me, you were so good
even if i came out of the blue
whether on foot, on wheels, on banana peels, you'd always take me in
whether fast or slow, in warm and cold, you'd treat me as your kin