Numbers
Jen Chapin Lyrics

Don't want to leave a bed
I don't want to get out of bed.

With a warm body in it
Especially when there is someone warm beside me.

But when the numbers come to flood my head
But when I start thinking about all the things I have to do.

I have to float on behind
I have to force myself to keep moving forward.

To the grind
To my daily routine of work and responsibilities.

Of the phone calls
Such as making phone calls and dealing with communication.

Seven buttons
Pressing a series of seven buttons to complete a task.

Don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do?
Do you see how quickly I can get through a lot of tasks?

Make out a big check
Writing a large check for financial obligations.

Write a little letter
Writing a brief message to communicate with someone.

And put a sticky stamp on the post card that I send to you
Sending a physical note via traditional mail with a stamp.

Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?
I wait to see if anyone will respond, if anyone will connect with me.

I'm a hunchback, hunch
I am physically and mentally weighed down by my responsibilities.

Hunched over scribbled notes and numbers that I can't read
Bent over chaotic, indecipherable scribbles.

Hunched over a cheap piano that I can't really play
Crouched over a poorly made piano, trying to make music but without much skill.

The other day though
Recently, however,

I thought I might find
I had a fleeting hope of discovering something promising.

The kind of faith that could ease my mind
A type of belief or trust that would calm me down.

I thought I might learn
I believed I might become knowledgeable.

I thought I could try
I believed I could make an effort.

To let a day go by
To allow myself to rest and not be consumed by my responsibilities.

When I did not sabotage myself
When I didn't do something to prevent myself from succeeding.

Don't wanna wait, I won't wait to see is there anybody out there?
I don't want to wait anymore to see if anyone will respond to me.

Sometimes the sun slides down
There are moments when the day ends.

Leaving stripes in the sky
The sun's departure creates a pattern in the sky.

And I watch my resignation fly away
I observe my tendency to give up or quit leave me.

And I say this is the last day
I proclaim that this is the final day I will feel this way.

I'll let myself feel this way
I'll allow myself to feel overwhelmed and defeated.

Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?
I then return to waiting to see if anyone will respond to me.