Mathematics

This ain't a movie That ain't a heart attack You might have the good hand But, you won't be the last man I got a little less each time there's someone new Get in the deep end Just to say we should be friends But, I don't want to be your backup power Used wanna conquer your whole heart Tired, crying on the salon floor I'm pretty, but I'm miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics, it's love Had you on the kitchen floor Quiet in the parking lot Damn, that shit was wonderful Now I'm single at the tennis court Lost in the superstore Holding down at twenty-four All that's left is your T-shirt You're all bruised and it still hurts Tired, crying on the salon floor Ooh, I'm pretty fucking miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics, it's love I frequent lit locations, whipping spaceships There's no saving that ship from sailing Distant neighbours were so close Take me back when I get back home Question, three dots got me looking at restaurants, Heston Roses are red like my message was left on Bakers doesn't want my cake And 'cause of course I wanna taste of sum'n Maybe the grass would've been greener without this shade you're chuckin' Maybe my heart would've been cleaner without you sageing cupboards Used to dance away the demons Now your evenings be mascara staining Kleenex blaming me gets Tired, crying on the salon floor Oh, I'm pretty fucking miserable Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out Oh, baby, it's not mathematics It's not mathematics It's not mathematics, it's love But, he don't see that