Lyrics
1-2-3-4, count 96 more
Counting, possibly referencing a specific task or duration. The number 96 might be symbolic or literal.
And then come and find me
-Cause I'm hiding, baby
-Not in the closet or the door
-Or down in the playroom where we used to
-Play soccer and I'd grease the floor
-With lysol and love
-(chorus)
-Right now gotta get something straight
-I can count backwards and make the grades
-I will let you carry my books
-Through those pre-school days
-try to tag me in the laundry chute
-Where I'd grab your arm and come crashing down
-Like bmx racers over double jumps
-Those sentimental days plotting all the ways
-Throwing snowballs at innocent passing cars
-The last laugh was never ours
-(chorus & repeat)
-and I remember playing games
-Walking on bar stools with alias names
-And holding our breath, the floor a fiery
-Toxic death, baby
-And I would always get my sister straight
-Trash the dollhouse with ig-88
-And my han solo, in his hoth battle
-Gear clothes
-(chorus)
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