Mathematics

Original

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 wanna be your backup part

Used to 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 a 24

All that's left is your t-shirt

You're a bruise 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 the ship from sailing

Distant neighbors were so close

Take me back when I get back home

Question-free ducks got me looking at restaurants, hence done

Roses I read like my message was left on

Baker's dozen want my cake 'cause of course I wanna taste of somethin'

Maybe your grass would've been greener without this shade you're chuckin'

Maybe my heart would've been cleaner without you surging 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