You said I needed my own friends So I found them Then you fucked them And now I'm out of the picture A triangle before it ever joined together Kicked me off the grid Out of the spectrum Out of the confines of the graph, the rulers Plastic and pink from when we were kids I use to calculate The percentage, the moment, I was removed Subtracted Like a math equation
One plus one cannot equal three But who is one? Who is one? Who is going to be the one
To be joined with you To be joined with you To be joined with you To be joined with you
You said I needed my own friends Then you fucked them And now I'm out of the picture Like a math equation
One plus one cannot equal three It's illogical Impossible
Who is going to be the one To be joined with you? Who is going to be the one To be joined with you?
To be joined with you To be joined with you To be joined with you To be joined with you
