I'm with a boy in a hotel bed I play with his hair He sleeps in my lap We trade stories of heartbreak bits We say we're too in love for sex I'm losing you and it's freeing I'll leave myself for this feeling I'll count to ten, you won't see me I'll count to ten I'm with a boy in his arms again I thought of you and then I didn't This one's for me and I mean it That boy is a mirror for believing I'm losing you and it's freeing I'll leave myself for this feeling I'll count to ten, you won't see me I'll count to ten It's kind of nice to feel alright again It's kind of nice to feel alright again It's kind of nice I feel alright