Counting down the days like a sinner hoping for relief from penance
Counting down the hours of the day like a prision sentence
Counting my crazies and doctor's visits,
waiting on my independence — my unwanted tendance killing us all.
Counting the stars, wishing one would shoot
Counting my scars, my voice on mute
Counting the cars, like from that song
Counting down the seconds until I could belong ... to myself again.