mathematics.

please don’t pretend we’re okay,
it would be a lie to say we ever were.
because from the beginning, everyone would say
with you, there’s always another “her”

i can’t write it better than what it really is.
and the “it” in question is the questionable equation
of you plus me and what they mean by,
“were you ever his?”

tell me, how does our story end?
like it began, with a boy and a girl
sharing a fateful kiss that was only to rent?
or is it over already, since i was never yours?

i can’t write it better than what it really is.
and the “it” in question is the questionable equation
of you plus me and what they mean by,
“were you ever his?”

and i think, at least to a certain degree,
i’ll always think of us
as something that could never be,
but something that almost was.
i can’t write it better than what it really is.
and the “it” in question is the questionable equation
of you plus me and what they mean by,
“were you ever his?”

i can’t write it better than what it really is.
and the “it” in question is the questionable equation
of you plus me and what they mean by,
“were you ever his?”

and thighs and arms all cut up so pretty
match so well with this cliché.
because we’re so imperfect together,
it’s almost a pity
that it has to end this way.

and the “it” in question is the questionable equation
of you plus me and where does “she”
have her place in this?
because I’m not sure if in his eyes
i was ever his..