Formulae

Things go wrong when I trust themIn my naive way I love themLike you told me to love themI abide by man made rulesAnd am a picture of all foolsI have a border of white cluesI use the formulae of everydayIn the floods I stay and get washed awayPeople talk in nothingWith a reverence in a somethingAnd my heart beats on with indifferenceTo the lessons of attritionI am a picture of all foolsI have a border of white cluesI use the formulae of everydayIn the floods I stay and get washed awayformulae of everydayIn the floods I stay and get washed away