Something in the night
kept me up.

Instead of keeping track of sheep
I decided to count what went wrong
between you and me
the things we could have changed
to keep us as one instead of living individually.

I got to 684 by sunrise.
Now I’m wide awake and wired
wondering just which way is up
wowing at white clouds
and wilting at sharp sounds.

We really made a lot of mistakes.
I really made a lot of mistakes.
But, to be fair, you
really made a lot of mistakes
being with me, too.

If I had to do it all over again
I probably would have taken ambien.