Count my blessings on my thumbs
This may sound stupid, but I was never young
Now my conscience weighs a ton
Cracks my back with the weight
Of all I could have done
It's a simple thing, it's a simple thing to do
Close my eyes and hold my breath
Clutch your letters to my sinking chest
The early mornings still our best
I know I'd stay okay
If I can get some rest
