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 Ooh ooh I don't like feeling vulnerable Ooh 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 Ooh Neither are stars