Numbers - Jen Chapin

Don't want to leave a bed
With a warm body in it
But when the numbers come to flood my head
I have to float on behind
To the grind
Of the phone calls
Seven buttons
Don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do?
Make out a big check
Write a little letter
And put a sticky stamp on the post card that I send to you
Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?
I'm a hunchback, hunch
Hunched over scribbled notes and numbers that I can't read
Hunchback, hunch
Hunched over a cheap piano that I can't really play
The other day though
I thought I might find
The kind of faith that could ease my mind
I thought I might learn
I thought I could try
To let a day go by
When I did not sabotage myself
Dont wanna wait, I won't wait to see is there anybody out there?
Sometimes the sun slides down
Leaving stripes in the sky
And I watch my resignation fly away
And I say this is the last day
I'll let myself feel this way
Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?