Counting Days

One hundred twenty more days
But just three too late

I've got a plan
And it doesn't like you
And it might not have hands
But you don't know what it can do
To you

One hundred and twenty more days
Still we're falling three too late
Anything to distract me
Counting on my fingers
One twenty minus three

I've got a map
And your house isn't on it
I might not have a car
But I know I want to go far
Away from you

One hundred and twenty more days
Still we're falling three too late
Anything to distract me
Counting on my fingers
One twenty minus three

Four minutes before I leave
Three days before I expected
I don't exepct to see you agina
After all this is what I intended

One hundred and twenty more days
Still we're falling three too late
Anything to distract me
Counting on my fingers
One twenty minus three

One hundred twenty minus three
I wonder if you remember me