You say you don't want [bad word] around anymore
You sit in the window, you won't answer the door
The phone rings and rings
You won't let me bring you things anymore.

There are 26 steps to your door
But I won't be counting those anymore

I've got 17 seconds in my room tonight
And when that's over I've got faith
So all right, all right all right all right.

I burned all the pictures
I let the letters loose
taped over the mixes
and cut the noose.

There are 26 steps to your door
But I'm not counting anymore
But I'm not counting anymore
I'm not counting anymore.