Mal Blum - Counting My Breaths lyrics
[Mal Blum - Counting My Breaths lyrics]
Winter is over i think I got closure
I mean, I got closer than I was before
All of my lessons so painfully sober
You prefer learning them
The night before yes, you do
Everything I know i owe to perspective
It's not as if you weren't dancing all night
Everything you know you owe to forgiveness
Like, if you don't call me i'm not gonna die
Alright? If you don't call me
I’m not gonna cry no, I ain't
But 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house
1- 2- 3- 1- 2- 3 i don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long until you figure me out
Or not
Winter is over i wish you were sober
Or happy or different at all since I've left
But every lesson I had to learn over
I learned in the end
When I learned for myself no one else
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house 1- 2- 3- 1- 2- 3
I don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long ‘til you figure me out
Or not or not
Winter is cold now and all that I know
Is how love disappoints
If you dare live it out
Good then, I know what it takes to grow old
So I'm going back home
I'm not leaving the house
Or: winter was hard
We drove fast, we went far
Stayed as long as we had to
Didn't come back for weeks when we returned
We went straight to the bar
To an unfamiliar bed
And uncomfortable sheets and dear
Since I'm not home i won't mind if you leave
One– two- three - I didn't mean
Who said you could count on me
Counting my breaths counting my breaths
Onetwothree I didn't mean who said you could
Count on me counting my breaths
I mean, I got closer than I was before
All of my lessons so painfully sober
You prefer learning them
The night before yes, you do
Everything I know i owe to perspective
It's not as if you weren't dancing all night
Everything you know you owe to forgiveness
Like, if you don't call me i'm not gonna die
Alright? If you don't call me
I’m not gonna cry no, I ain't
But 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house
1- 2- 3- 1- 2- 3 i don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long until you figure me out
Or not
Winter is over i wish you were sober
Or happy or different at all since I've left
But every lesson I had to learn over
I learned in the end
When I learned for myself no one else
1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
I don't mean a word of it
Counting my breaths
And the steps to your house 1- 2- 3- 1- 2- 3
I don't mean a word of it
Wonder how long ‘til you figure me out
Or not or not
Winter is cold now and all that I know
Is how love disappoints
If you dare live it out
Good then, I know what it takes to grow old
So I'm going back home
I'm not leaving the house
Or: winter was hard
We drove fast, we went far
Stayed as long as we had to
Didn't come back for weeks when we returned
We went straight to the bar
To an unfamiliar bed
And uncomfortable sheets and dear
Since I'm not home i won't mind if you leave
One– two- three - I didn't mean
Who said you could count on me
Counting my breaths counting my breaths
Onetwothree I didn't mean who said you could
Count on me counting my breaths