Counting On Hell

Wasted wilted wishes

broken penny promises

Moonlight make believing

on what if's and could have Beens

Precious misspent moments

carousels and Ferris wheels

Emotions set in motion

the teary tales of ne'er do wells

Connections or exceptions

static noise and dropping calls

Blurred lines and misconceptions

what's the meaning of it all

We toss it in the air

surprised when it falls to the ground

We say that we don't care

and cry without making a sound

With all this mass confusion

it's no wonder we're insane

Live under some delusion

there is a winner in this game

We jumble words together

trying to make sense of senseless

Waiting for miracles in December

to deliver on life's promise

That somewhere in this commotion

there's a purpose and a meaning

An unseen magic potion

to undo all our misdoings

Maybe there is and time will tell

as we place our bets on lucky seven's

That we escape the fires of hell

and enjoy the fruits of heaven