Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
To go to the place I'm not curious about
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
As I get ready
With my messy steps
Like a stranger in new clothing
Absurd imaginations that don't make sense
Are a place to come back to
Bing, come back and Bing
Count one, two, three, breathe
I cannot force myself to speak, except what I really feel okay
I can't be a better kid with no bad feelings
Today too, the steps keep getting tangled, as you try to fit me in a world that runs too fast
I'll sprain my foot, take a few days off, I'mma try to run from something bigger
But now it's over, this complex world is too heavy for the old me
I miss you with my shabby heart, so much keeps changing
In this swamp, I dive without knowing if I'll ever come out
I don't know at all, but I keep looking at myself
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
To go to the place I'm not curious about
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
As I get ready
With my messy steps
Like a stranger in new clothing
Absurd imaginations that don't make sense
Are a place to come back to
Bing, come back and Bing
Count one, two, three, breathe
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
Counting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 as I get ready
As I get ready