Lyrics

There’s about a hundred ways
That we’re not okay
We’re alone and afraid

There’s about a thousand hurts
That we’ve never learned
To forget and to burn

There’s about a million things
That we’re holding in
That we’re not saying

I like strawberries and cream
I like sleeping and dreams
I like everything that gets me
Out of bed today
I’ll take a chance on stupid hopes
I’ll take a chance if I’m not alone
I like everything that gets me
Out of bed today

There’s about a billion of us
Walking lost
To a place of love

There’s about a trillion men
Little green men
That are not worth my rhyme