The Counter

Siphon off top layers Leave an etching in the dirt Tracing passed the history To date back to the hurt Fingers leave a trail on me A map of what I've done Each hair that grows precisely Shows a time line, and my sum And you don't know the weight The clicking of the counter I won't show you the weight And its worth Walk into a new room And your static lingers still Trace of grease from un-socked feet Is mine to smudge at will Fingers leave a trail on me A map of what I've done Each hair that grows precisely Shows a time line, and my sum And you don't know the weight The clicking of the counter I won't show you the weight And its worth --- The Counter - Psapp