Billy Bob Thornton Beautiful door






Always counting

There's always numbers
In my head
A counting hunger
That must be fed

I got some pills
By my bed
Supposed to eat 'em
But I count them instead

Now am I crazy?
Am I mad?
I've run out of fingers
They're all I had

I'm always counting
I'm always counting
Only trouble is
I'm counting on me
I wake up aching
I count the pains
The storm ain't breaking
I can't count the rain

I count spectators
But the crowd just grows
I'm a speculator
Of the highs and lows

And I've been playing
With a loaded deck
But the cards are claiming
I'm a nervous wreck

I'm always counting
I'm always counting
Only trouble is
I'm counting on me