You Won't - 1 4 5

“1-4-5”

I was standing there broken down, wanting to cry
like a Santa Claus joke on the 4th of July
but I spoke not a word and I held my head high
’til I opened my throat on a 1-4-5

And I know what you’re thinking, you don’t have to lie
something always feels wrong when you tell me I’m right
‘cause I know you too well and I know what you like
and I’ll bring it on home with that 1-4-5

I was counting out rattlesnakes under my bed
there were twenty-five Joshuas, thirty-nine Jeffs
When you start talking numbers I start turning red
put a brand on my butt and a price on my head

And I’ll do as you say, put my name on the line
drill a hole in my brain and I’ll bleed myself dry
‘cause it’s always the same, trade a buck for a spine
and I’ll tear out your heart with that 1-4-5

One day I will vanish mysteriously
to grow old and start taking things seriously
with no light in my eyes and no blood in my feet
I will stumble down, sputter out, stutter and squeak
until sooner or later
I can learn how to lie
how to say “how are you” without wanting to die
when I open my throat, ain’t no sparks gonna fly
just a tired refrain and that 1-4-5

Written by:
Rakhal Sastri, Joshua Arnoudse

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