Counting Rice

We're all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We're all just trying to shoot the moon
Giving everything we've got but that's just peas and a spoon

We're running in circles but we live within lines
We put ourselves in boxes when the air is just fine
We're digging down to the earth to find the sky
We're always asking when but never why

'Cause we're all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We're all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we've got but that's just peas and a spoon

The sink is broken so we'll have to use the hose
The sickness is still here but the water still flows
The world still works it's copacetic
We're losing blood but don't need a metic

'Cause we're all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We're all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we've got but that's just peas and a spoon

We bath in the sun but we're afraid of the light
We're building ourselves bombs to avoid the fight
We're sitting in our boxes pretending that it's good
Denying everything just like we should

'Cause we're all just sitting counting rice
With the blood in the bottle tainted with spice
We're all just trying to shoot the moon
Using everything we've got but that's just peas and a spoon



Credits
Writer(s): Bitches In The Beehive
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