5, 4, 3...
It was five, five before you would find your time had long run out at the end of the line, and with a rushed goodbye be wisked away with both of us wishing that you could stay.
Four, on the floor, as I searched once more, all my studio apartment, for your charging chord. To be the hero one last time; to see that awestruck look in your eyes, and make one last worry dissapear in time
Three, had to be, you and me and he, not allowed to get to close, but still wanting nothing but each others company. Sneaking hand holding in the back of the car, as we shot across distances, however far.
Two, me and you, black and blue, torn up from a day that hell had surely grew, but both of us knowing what yesterday knew. Just how to get through this, when it was just me and you
One. Second to none. A number infinately more than zero, but only by a small sum. The amount of days left together. We will spend it on the run. Or we'll spend it in the sun. Thinking up all the things we should have done.
Zero, back to five, I wish you didnt have to go. But you'll miss work and school, I know, I know... But I'll still be tracing the outline of your silhouette, and I close my eyes as it grows quiet in my head. And I'll dream of you, come on you stupid sheep. Five four three two one... Sleep.
