one wasn’t easy
two was a test
three’s got a baby
I know four’s address
numerical ratings
put them to rest
I count in sequence
five was the best
I cut it out, I cut it out
you would be proud, oh you might be proud
two-thousand something
days under our belt
each day remembered
by how I wished I’d felt
I’d give and you’d take away
it was all you could do
hate that I found myself
following suit
thought I cut it out, I thought I cut it out
you would be proud, I thought you’d be proud
but you cut me out, yeah you cut me out
you’d think I’d be used to it by now
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