Tone: Paranoid
Intro: A poem about the number nine
Nine
The number nine
Gives me a hard time
It's uneven
And I just hate it
I know it has a purpose
Like everyone in the world
But I just can't stand it
The number nine
Makes me mad
It's the number that has been popping up in the relationship I just now got in
It doesn't bother me as much
But I still wish it wouldn't show itself to me so much
The number nine is a Nussence
Why not be eight
Why not be ten?
Every number that ends with nine I just can't stand
Because it's like saying that I'm not almost there or I'm just barley enough
I hate that
Why not be there
And why not over achieve?
The number nine just doesn't make sense
Bt I guess if it didn't exist I wouldn't understand
I'd probably hate the number eight then
Oh number nine
I hate you so
But it's okay
I'll let it go
Because you're enough to make me mad
But enough to make me glad
That you're around
So
Number nine
Keep it up
Even if I don't like you
I'll let it go
Because I need you
To support number eight and number ten
Tha you number nine
Even if I don't like you
I know we'll meet again
And I can wait till then
