Count on Me, Pt. 1

One day we'll all be gone

Trying to forget what we've done

Drive me three more miles away

Hope our four wheels will be ok

Five days i'm being stuck

Every six months running out of luck and memory

Seven rules on the list

I can name eight things that I miss

I miss those pictures in your frames

As same skating in the dark

Can't tell how much I miss those rains

We were hiding in the park

I miss those sleepless nights and talks

I miss the clouds eclipsing sun

I miss that treble my voice

I miss you more than I miss anyone