Numbers

So tell me, are you happy?
With a boy on each arm and six new numbers
And numbers, are you with me?
You look twenty-three but you're four to me
And to me, you're foreign
Fake a laugh, don't look back and let your heart attack
At the drop of my heart

And tell me, am I happy?
With the choices you've made that got you this far?
And so far, you're nowhere
Fully aware you're going back there

You said if we run away, we could come back different someday
The choices you make are what make you
So fake like you're close to twenty-two

And tell me, am I happy?
Sitting alone with my decisions?
Deciding not to be happy
Twenty-seven new stitches on a bad dream
But we've all got scars we're not willing to bear
And we've all got thoughts we're not willing to share
But when will we care?

You said if we run away, we could come back different someday
The choices we make are what make us
So fake like we almost know ourselves
And You are all I choose
You are the I am

[indecipherable screaming]

You are the I am
And I am not You