i don't want to count all the times i've been punched in the face
i remember the special ones like it was armistice day
i don't care to remember all the reasons i had it comin'
i'd never call karma a bitch but kali's a woman
and i don't long to list all the names i've whispered in bed
it's like rattling-off deities the words become hollow and dead
and i don't count vendettas towards treacherous partners in crime
i try to measure the value of failures one at a time
i don't like feeling vulnerable
but the patterns are plain
i've got a set list of songs i shouldn't have written
and i've stood on stages and bombed like the battle of britain
but i couldn't number the lies that i've wrote on my heart
i don't think they're infinite but then neither are stars