Our numbers show

Statistics show when statistically speaking no one ever wants to grow up and be a
it is not an option when your a kid
when you write that essay in primary school, everyone child wants to be a
indian chief
hold fast to thoughts of that child
the playground rules and skinned knees can never be taken
they can be traded in for the empty sky of foreclosed candy stores
and a lifetime of heartbreaking phones ringing
math we were taught is farce to the infallible numbers we were made to be
add all of us beautiful numbers together
a million voices singing the hymn we all know
it was born with us all
you may forget the tune
never forget the words


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