Count On It
One, two, three, four, five — AGAIN!
One, two, three, four, five — AGAIN!
One, two… oh, wait a minute
Song’s already rollin’, ain’t it?
Don’t laugh, it ain’t all that funny
When you gotta count like crazy
Don’t go taking me for a fool
I’m just a stickler for the rule
And the rule is simple, I say:
When it calls, I gotta obey
Might look like obsession
Maybe more like fixation
But here’s my confession:
It’s the tool that drives my passion
‘Cause it ain’t just numbers in my brain
It’s a way to put an end to chaos’ reign
Obsession’s been a burden in the past
But it gave me the focus I required at last
It’s always been there with me
Keeps me straight, keeps me steady
And if I’m gonna count on it
I gotta count my way through it
Count, align, or twirl in my head
Words, objects, or thoughts unshed
Round and round till they fall in line
Then I take that order and I make it mine
Might look like obsession
Maybe more like fixation
But here’s my confession:
It’s the tool that drives my passion
What you might call a disorder
I struggled to understand and master
Thoughts that circled, loops after loops
Sorting the whole damn world into little groups
It used to hold the reins on me
Now I hold ’em where they oughta be
Might look like obsession
But it turned into inspiration
So here’s my revelation:
It’s the fire behind my creation
One, two, three, four, five, AGAIN!
One, two, three, four, five, AGAIN!
One, two… oh wait a minute
Song’s done now, ain’it?
You know what ? Why don’t you count it with me?
No? Really? You don't wanna stay?
Your choice then, so long... Come by anytime.
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