Counting Exits

(one, two, three, four...)

Oh,

I'm spiraling high on a birthday cake high Watching the taillights go

rolling on by And I want to stay clean but it's hard

to decide In the glow of the bakery light

I count the exits in the corner of the room

Three ways to run

if the panic starts to bloom Standing on the staircase,

halfway to the street While the commercial oven hums a steady beat

And the flour on the counter looks like winter snow

And I've got absolutely nowhere left to go

Oh, I'm spiraling high on a birthday cake high Watching the taillights

go rolling on by And I want to stay clean but it's

hard to decide In the glow of the bakery light

Staircase is cold

but the kitchen's warm and sweet

Baking the treats that I'm too afraid to eat Twenty-five candles,

another year is spent

Tracing the cracks where the wooden railing

bent Night-drive clarity on the edge of town

We build it up just to watch it crumble down

(watch it crumble down)

Oh, I'm spiraling high on a birthday cake high Watching the taillights

go rolling on by And I want to stay clean but it's

hard to decide In the glow of the bakery light

In the bakery light...

One, two, three exits...