Life By Numbers

I cry every time we leave you that day at the airport
Your eyes welling up for the first time
A sliver machine's about to steal us
But work calls

Overwhelmed by a sudden panic
The calm before the storm
I don't look forward to the free stickers
They won't be free for long

If I could pour my heart out
It would knock you down
The words would circle round you
And leave you crying
Your flesh and blood would pound you
And I don't mean to hurt you

I have no memory of your face
I can't remember what was said
I don't look forward to this life by numbers you paint for me

If I could pour my heart out
It would knock you down
The words would circle round you
And leave you crying
Your flesh and blood would pound you
And I don't mean to hurt you

I don't mean to hurt you...
I don't mean to hurt you...

 

Music and lyrics by Rebecca Blackman. Copyright 2007.