I count my blessings on a three by five card   and sure the world's got swings and other things   but they ain't in my yard   and you know the trouble is I'm gone before I go and plant a seed   and know that kids don't think about this half as much as me   so come on tell me why the hell we spend all of our time working so   so hard      chorus:   and if it's not the laundry   it's something fucking else   and if it ain't the TV   it's something on the shelf   I thought it was my big brain   and it fucking might as well   and the evidence says someone   just packed it all to sell      I count my blessings on a February shard   And it's too cold to go outside   Too many games of cards   And the trouble is I've got too many things that I don't need   And I hope to God I die before I make another me   And I can tell that we've gone well past the line before we hit the bottom hard   So hard      Chorus x 2      And it isn't one thing that's clipping my wings   But I don't need much to feel hung,   About, without, and when in doubt   A little scream filling up my lungs   I wish I hadn't seen   Some things have made my heart feel beestung   I kept the tickets in a forty-five   But I traded them for rain   While I'm still around      Chorus x 2