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