Forearms can't cover up
The lies in hiding
Counting makes the only sound
While I wait for hours to be found
So much for making up rules
While we're playing
Who cares about the rules anyway
They're for mindless fools and child's play
This time
(This time)
Yeah, this time
(This time)
It's my turn
It's not your turn
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or not
Why should it make sense?
Why are you so unspontaneous?
And why does your way
Sound the same as yesterday?
So I'll shift
And bite again
Draw a mark
On your skin
That turns you the color pink
What exactly will they think of you
This time
(This time)
Yeah, this time
(This time)
It's my turn
It's not your turn
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or
Why are you jealous?
Over bearing, overzealous
What for?
What for?
Is it the lost memory
Of all those games you played with me?
All those games you played with me
All those games you played on me
All those games you played on me
On me
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or not
Counting helps the hiding
But what I seek
I'm not finding
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
Ready or not
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