Exit Counts

One chair pulled out at the dining table

Four walls, two exits,

keeping it stable

Watching the doorway, counting the signs

Living on the edge of your design

I heard everything through the plaster wall (everything,

everything)

Waiting for the dust or the boots to fall

There is no way out of this room tonight

We just watch the shadow of the warning light (hah)

Locked inside the frame

Phone screen glow on an empty plate

Left-behind keys by the garden gate Now I count three exits from

where I stand

Holding my breath with an empty hand

No way out

(no way out)