Armistice Day

I don't want to count all the times I've been punched in the face
I remember the special ones like it was Armistice Day
I don't care to remember all the reasons I had it comin'
I'd never call karma a bitch but Kali's a woman

And I don't long to list all the names I've whispered in bed
It's like rattling-off deities the words become hollow and dead
And I don't count vendettas towards treacherous partners in crime
I try to measure the value of failures one at a time

I don't like feeling vulnerable
But the patterns are plain

I've got a set list of songs I shouldn't have written
And I've stood on stages and bombed like the Battle of Britain
But I couldn't number the lies that I've wrote on my heart
I don't think they're infinite but then neither are stars

Neither are stars