Countless

 Lately I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that could be

But I've been praying hard, no more counting dollars, cause we'll be counting stars

I see this life, like a swinging vine, swing my heart across the line,

Old, but I'm not that old. Young, but I'm not that bold.

I feel something so right, in doing the wrong thing. Everything that kills me makes me feel alive. 

-One Republic's blessing for my soul.