Count The Stairs Video (MV)

Ooh I think we gotta talk about Samantha
She weeps and wonders the halls
Says she's gotta count the sitars
Are you aware there's something going on at home

Daughter on surveillance mode
Finger on her mother's pulse
She found her all dressed in white
A color that she didn't like
You put a gun to my life
And then you killed all my time
She gave you a trigger and a bullet
I bet she thought that
You'd never pull it
I bet she thought that you'd never pull it

Ooh, you said you lost your keys and wallet
And you forgot to close the tops and we pretend
That nobody I know can reach me and yours
Is the only place that I can go

Ooh, you called me crying in the morning
Said, "I really just don't know what happened"
But I, I think you did
I think that you're just a kid
I think that you're just a kid

And I know that you're just growing leaves
But I hope you fall far from that tree
I can't make everything stop spinning
But whenever you feel sick
I'll be a symptom
Whenever you feel sick
I'll be a symptom
Cut you're teeth on me
I'll be a symptom
Cut you're teeth on me
I'll be a symptom