i count seven
you count six
it's 'bout eleven
and you're blitzed

left to your
own devices
you'd fuck a doorknob if it promised you diamonds

i am giving up on you
you aren't worth the effort
i can count on one hand
the moments i gave a damn
i'm giving up on you
you aren't worth my time
i can count on one hand
the seconds i'll remember of you

you mistake me
for another
you're elated
when i'm not over

you mistake me
for your lover
i'm so elated
now that it's over