My sister taught me
that love was like arithmetic.

We have to
Multiply our choices
Divide the boys and men
And add up our limits
Before we subtract  
Ourselves.

Those were the laws
For a happy ending equation.
Simple. Clean and
Perfectly cut.

I should have known
Something was wrong then.
That science was always easier
and came natural for me
With all it's complications
that drives fascination
compared to epitome situations.

Now, I already know
I don't have the right figure
The right digits
Or the right format
To be your correct answer.

We already tried the gravity laws
and KE= 1/2 M(v)^2 doesn't cut it.
We're too light to throw ourselves
At each other
And it's impossible to have
Kinetic energy
when we're not moving.

Our love isn't ionic bonding
So together doesn't exist.
Not opposites to make
a bigger small picture.
There is no forever until atomic spilt.
NO, we're hydrogen bonds
Darling and that means
This is only temporary.
Sure I want
to stay with you
And be an H2
But it hard to breathe
Without a speck of air
And we aren't the same
When oxygen's around

Darwin said
Only those that adapt
to their environment survive.
So maybe. Maybe.
It's about time.
That we round up
Down and around
each other.



I can't be your correct answer.
I'm not your significant figure.