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