Credits
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
& you can be just like me
Scoffing wishing coffins upon all the fun I see
Cynically counting down 'cause this lasting is unlikely
& if that's the case then why be bothered
Shit I just might leave
I just might be a lot of bit nihilistic in fact
Got highly sick of it fast
Hence violent fits from this path
Always question the obsessions that drive decisions to act
While I'm running to bucket they fight for kicking it last
Yeah I been witnessing that
Those stuck inside the poetic trap
Reason that they make 'em suffer when they could just let 'em pass
Let him pass neutrality & pain neutral's the better half
Just skip to forgetting the shit he wanted for his epitaph
No really I been wrong in thinking that you'll get it
If your mind is shut it's fucked 'cause you'll be needing that to listen
Could be optimistic 'bout how all these scenes will have an ending
But fuck that I'm counting down 'til all my fingers have descended like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
& you can be just like me
Take the negative route you'll get where the fuck I'd be
Count to the bell with my hands
A hell of a stance
To the thumpers they probably think I'm a shell of a man
But I trail through the land with a bag full of knowns
Say it's good for the brain but it's bad for soul
& it's good to who counts but it's trash to who don't
I'm sinning then if logic is the blasphemous road
Don't trip though your nightmares are likely reality
Everything is nothing & this life will be the last you see
& every moment will die in your hands after about a blink
You try to make 'em last forever while I let 'em pass & leave
It's okay to waste time when all time is a waste
You can be just like me copy when I sit & wait
Some days I feel like all is beautiful & life is just great
But you can tell my expression I don't like it today
You'll catch me
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
& you can be just like me
Scoffing wishing coffins upon all the fun I see
Cynically counting down 'cause this lasting is unlikely
& if that's the case then why be bothered
Shit I just might leave
I just might be a lot of bit nihilistic in fact
Got highly sick of it fast
Hence violent fits from this path
Always question the obsessions that drive decisions to act
While I'm running to bucket they fight for kicking it last
Yeah I been witnessing that
Those stuck inside the poetic trap
Reason that they make 'em suffer when they could just let 'em pass
Let him pass neutrality & pain neutral's the better half
Just skip to forgetting the shit he wanted for his epitaph
No really I been wrong in thinking that you'll get it
If your mind is shut it's fucked 'cause you'll be needing that to listen
Could be optimistic 'bout how all these scenes will have an ending
But fuck that I'm counting down 'til all my fingers have descended like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
& you can be just like me
Take the negative route you'll get where the fuck I'd be
Count to the bell with my hands
A hell of a stance
To the thumpers they probably think I'm a shell of a man
But I trail through the land with a bag full of knowns
Say it's good for the brain but it's bad for soul
& it's good to who counts but it's trash to who don't
I'm sinning then if logic is the blasphemous road
Don't trip though your nightmares are likely reality
Everything is nothing & this life will be the last you see
& every moment will die in your hands after about a blink
You try to make 'em last forever while I let 'em pass & leave
It's okay to waste time when all time is a waste
You can be just like me copy when I sit & wait
Some days I feel like all is beautiful & life is just great
But you can tell my expression I don't like it today
You'll catch me
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Holding on to nothing when every something will pass
Stand in every moment knowing that shit ain't gon' last
Counting the days on my hands
Days on my hands
Days on my hands
Counting the days on my hands like
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Sharbutt
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