Alexisonfire - Boiled Frogs

Old man sits at his desk

One year for retiring

And he's up for review

Not quite sure what to do, each passing year

The workload grows



I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late

For things to come my way

It always ends up the same

Count your blessings

I must be missing, I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise

Count your blessings on one hand



So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life



Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe

Even though his joints are clogged with rust



My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day

Count your blessings

My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away

cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that its too late

Count your blessings on one hand



So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life



Can’t help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day

There’s no loyalty and no remorse

You spoke for present check

That makes me fucking sick

He's sick of, he can’t say no



Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh



So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

So wait up

So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves is where I’m going to die

Wait up for me

Wait up for me

Wait up for me