There is thirteenthousand steps from my door to the sea I've counted them all, 5 or so 3 or more beating a pavement hard You need the money bad to wrap around your heart There is thirteenthousand breaths left inside of me I'm using them fast, hold your breath, less is more The words you speak sound tired You need the friends you have left to wrap around your heart You need the friends you have left bad to wrap around your heart to wrap around jf you