One, two, three

let me lay in bed and count.

four, five, six

the mistakes I've made with you.

seven, eight, nine

I would take them all back.

ten, eleven, twelve

each one just as bad as the last.

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

each one replays again, again, again.

sixteen, seventeen, eighteen

I miss an opportunity, again.

nineteen, twenty, twenty-one

I say the wrong words, again.

twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four

I make things awkward, again.

One hundred fifty-six, one hundred fifty-seven, one hundred fifty-eight

I do it wrong, wrong, wrong, again, again, again.

Five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred

all wrong, all me, all again, over and over and over.

eighty thousand, nine hundred thousand, one million.

Me, me, me, not good enough, not right, just wrong, screwup, mess up, not a single right thing.

The count never ends, the regret doesn't stop, the sadness is what fills me, but I trudge on.

Because love, true love, is not a mistake.