I’m counting all my small victories, and calling them yours
The ribbons hang from the hook where we drank champagne
Now it’s hanging from the passenger door where we met at lover’s lane

The town wakes every day to stab the stake deeper into my vampire heart
You rang me out and you hanged me to dry
I can’t see my face in the mirror, so I wrote your name in the steam

It’s getting darker faster these days, but we keep on driving
The last I heard was your laughter, and it’s holding back the water

I’m counting all my small victories and calling them yours
I’m counting all my small victories and I’m calling them yours