Somewhere around 503
I usually get tired of counting sheep
But this time
I made it
To 612
Without giving up on myself
That has to mean something, doesn't it?
Is it wrong that I'm proud of it?

Long stares into the darkness
Of my room
Only one of the things left to do
For now the time
Has come for my
Thoughts to take over my head
And for me to set them free:

Are you telling me
She'd still repeat
Every single word
You sang her last?

For let me tell you this
It's obvious
That there is not
A thing about you that

That compares to her
That compares to her

It's not that bad that
I simply can't stop thinking
For you're the only
Thing I can dream
Of without sleeping
On the other hand
You know I can't stand
Us being who we are
So I'll have to let my
Thoughts do their part:

Are you telling me
She'd still repeat
Every single word
You sang her last?

For let me tell you this
It's obvious
That there is not
A thing about you that
That compares to her
That compares to her

Yes, that's what I'm telling you
And I know it's true
That there is not
A thing about myself

That compares to her
So let me just set back
And let me try to crack
The 612
To feel better about myself
612