作曲 : Barney Lister/Matt Maltese/Kane Robinson/Sam Beste
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’ve 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 want to conquer your whole heart

Tired, crying on the salon floor, I’m pretty, but I’m miserable
Goodbye, good luck trying to 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 at 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, I’m pretty ****in miserable
Goodbye, good luck trying to work it out, oh baby, it’s not mathematics, it’s Love

I frequent,
Lit locations
Whipping spaceships
There’s no saving this 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 dozen; want my cake and cuz of course I want a taste of something
Maybe our grass would have been greener without this shade you’re chucking
Maybe my heart would have 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, I’m pretty ****in miserable
Goodbye, good luck trying to 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