4-3-2-1

I take a knife razor-sharp and carefully remove
Our faces from photographs and our bodies, too
I place them on the scenery in a travel magazine
With steady hand, I fasten them, so others might believe
We’re not playing pretend

I remedy the empty space with bought and borrowed goods
And put a plant, so strong and tall, where you always stood
I set the scene with stage lights on when company arrives
You’re “merely off on business calls,” so that they won’t deny
We’re not playing pretend

4-3-2-1; it’s not a game if it’s not any fun
And I always seek you out when you hide
I’ve been “it” for far too long, and I’m past the point of being wrong
So maybe I should be the one to run…but what from?

I tell myself to bite down hard when hearing housekeys turn
Eyes of fear come up at first–a loss you’ve never earned
I saved a spot for you to stand and pushed the plant aside
With arms around, the only sound you’d hear is just a sigh
‘Cause we’re not playing pretend

4-3-2-1; it’s not a game if it’s not any fun
And I always seek you out when you hide
I’ve been “it” for far too long, and I’m past the point of being wrong
So maybe I should be the one to run…but what from

4-3-2-1; it’s not a game if it’s not any fun
4-3-2-1; I’m counting down days until you run
4-3-2-1, 4-3-2-1…
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(Appears on Born & Raised)
Music & Lyrics by Jeremiah Clark
Copyright 2014 Fifth and Madison Publishing, ASCAP.

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