Steady

Yeah, it was only one time
But it's sad that you can never remember
It was at the end of December
When you killed
I wish I never told you to try
But I knew it'd make for quite a great story
Now I'm fluent into prevalent glory
Of that will

When you like to misbehave
I can't drive and make the save
You've got such a knack for my head
When you're in and out of luck
I can't pry you out the muck
I can't bring you back from the dead
Again

It was the sign of the times
But he said that you get into conforming
It was such an innocent morning
When you snapped
I wish I'd never played with your pride
But it's sad that you were able to hurt her
I know you got away with murder
In the past

When you like to misbehave
I can't drive and make the save
You've got such a knack for my head
When you're in and out of luck
I can't pry you out the muck
I can't bring you back from the dead
Again

I count it, I count it
I count it, I count it up
I count it, I count it
I count it, I count it

I count it, I count it
I count it, I count it up
I count it, I count it
I count it, ohhh, I counted it up (again)
Again