the only thing that got me out of that cracked out weed paranoia i surprising even myself chose willingly was you saying you don't have to think that way don't you ever count your footsteps when you walk? don't you ever make pasta and watch the water while waiting for it to boil? i didn't even realize you went out of your way to walk me home because the way i was acting you knew what was up, something wrong again. well i know that night ended badly and i didn't tell you how i really felt but still i remember when you told me don't you ever count your steps something in my brain turned on and i looked at your feet next to mine, hand pushing a bike.