I Can't Count Anymore

never was there a once. there was only a time before, when tigers were the only thing that could walk upright.
now stripped and banned from all that we thought was normal.
trench coats and 50's hair styles, crying as you leave.
if nineteen cubby women blow their noses at the same time,
it will most likely sound like lighting, followed by a thunderclap.
some things happen so fast.
but then slow down, with a tambourine jingling in the background.
too bad everything isn't like the cutest indie song you ever heard.
because most days, its just like a sad country song.
too bad those tigers can't come and grab the back of my neck.
i'd much like to live with them, but i'd never want to walk upright.