One wasn't easy
Two was a test
Three's got a baby
I know four's address
Numerical ratings
Put them to rest
I count in sequence
Five was the best
I cut it out, I cut it out
You would be proud, oh you might be proud
Two-thousand something
Days under our belt
Each day remembered
By how I wished I'd felt
I'd give and you'd take away
It was all you could do
Hate that I found myself
Following suit
Thought I cut it out, I thought I cut it out
You would be proud, I thought you'd be proud
But you cut me out, yeah you cut me out
You'd think I'd be used to it by now