Counting

I was counting the days I had left
to get me away from you
Now I'm counting the days I have until
my counting days are through.

If you have the time,
I'll count for you
the times I'd loved you so

If you have the time,
I'll count for you
the reasons you made me go.

I was counting the times
again and again
praying I counted wrong.
but while I was counting
the world was shouting
that you strung me right along.

And I'm tired of counting the times
So damn tired of counting the ways
I'm tired of sitting here wondering when
I'll be tired of counting the days.

I hate you and I love you
It's a sorry thought to think
I think of why I'm thinking,
till I'm thirsty, needing drink.

So maybe it's the whiskey
and maybe it's the wine.
Maybe I've just grown up
or maybe it's just time.

But I'm counting the nights I lie awake,
not a thought to think but you.
Still counting the ways
I've said to myself
It's worth what we've been through.