Math is Wrong
by Keepsake· from The End of Sound
I wake up in the morning, not knowing where I'm going and wondering if you're the one for me. We see each other and pretend, the love we shared will have no end. We know it's not meant to be. We stand tall but we stand still, nothing left to fulfill. Our hopes and reams will never be! You speak in math but I haven't got the answers. And you play your games better than you play my guitar. When you run around the town, they ask what to call you. A dream queen rocking the scene. They want to call you anything, they'll speak your name. A claim to fame. Thinking back to what you said, those restless nights in your bed. I know that I'm weak. You speak in verbs but I don't know where you're going. You play your games better than I play my guitar.