Lyrics 17 - Madds Buckley

One little word with
Two complications and
Three ways to explain it
You're impossibly contradicting in just about everything
Four interchanging phrases

Five key words
Keep me chained to you
And there's nothing I can do

The six choices you bestow all
Lead to the same muddy hole
So seventh heaven, can't you see
This eight-ball that you've given me
The nine-sided die is broken inside
'Cause all the answers just say no

I'm trying to note
To understand
To count ten blessings on my hand
But the eleven possessions posses my mind
Stronger than twelve heroes I can find

And thirteen's unlucky
Fourteen was just two of the same
Fifteen not much happened
Sixteen I nearly went insane, so

Seventeen, please be
Good to me
Please be better than all the rest
And if you can't
I'll just wait for eighteen