Feed the hungry

Five was the number of trains

passing that morning

trains that never looked different

as they remained their weak silence

Five was the number of fingers

i could count that day

might' ve been just drunk

Five was the number of days

days that took me to grow up

I think i heard

history repeating itself

but it was probably just another train

Maybe I don't want to get better at all

just want to be fine

just fine

In this little box of Marrys

and little Toms if possible

i don't want to be there

neither i want to be here

A shadow didn't pass me that day

it was Albert running away

I swear i heard him laughing

even if it means i'm crazy

Happy is the only thing i knew how to be

i still do

Five was the number of promises

i gave myself, not promising to keep them

might've been so high

I don't want to get better

I want to be just fine

as fine as i'll ever be