I'm with a boy in a hotel bed
I play with his hair
He sleeps in my lap
We trade stories of heartbreak bits
We say we're too in love for sex
I'm losing you and it's freeing
I'll leave myself for this feeling
I'll count to ten
You won't see me
I'll count to ten
I'm with a boy in his arms again
I thought of you and then I didn't
This one's for me and I mean it
That boy is a mirror for believing
I'm losing you and it's freeing
I'll leave myself for this feeling
I'll count to ten
You won't see me
I'll count to ten
It's kind of nice to feel alright again
It's kind of nice to feel alright again
It's kind of nice, I feel alright