Story Behind The Song
Bad breakup--written on behalf of someone too nice to write it himself.
Song Description
This hypnotic, rhythmic list tells the story of sins and flaws that destroyed a relationship. Each sin is numbered, and the haunting vocal, relentless drum pattern and spooky guitar keep the momentum moving to the inevitable end.
Song Length |
5:12 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Annoyed, Cool |
Subject |
Disgust, Suspicion |
Similar Artists |
Til Tuesday, Fiona Apple |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
This is what I think you've done
You've made your silence number one
Next in line, at number two
Bourbon or a scotch will do
Number three, the cigarettes
Nasty as a smoker gets
Coming in at four and five
Nights that make you feel alive
Six, oh yes, remember six
Lining up your gambling picks
Seven finds you fast asleep
Promises you never keep
Imagine that, you've got a date
Got to keep your figure eight
Looking fine at number nine
Have another glass of wine
Crawling in at number ten
You cannot remember when
Oh, eleven, there you are
Haven't gotten very far
Why stop at an even dozen?
Why pretend that he's your cousin?
Lucky thirteen, what's the harm?
Just ignore that fire alarm
Fourteen--how far will you go?
Counting higher than you know
Fifteen finds you finally housed
Still complaining, still aroused
Sweet sixteen is turning sour
Are you charging by the hour?
You learned the truth at seventeen
Reality can be so mean
Higher, higher, you've got plenty
Eighteen, nineteen, don't stop at twenty
Twenty-one, the legal limit
Light's too bright, somebody dim it
Twenty-two and -three and -four
Can't count on you any more.