School is a difficult path
Meeting new people and learning to laugh
Is hard when you suck at math
But when I first talked to you, I forgot to breathe
I inhaled completely but you spoke and my lungs chose to freeze
My silent asphyxiation was a moment of ease
While you were making jokes at me
Act one starts suddenly
I hope I said my lines correctly
Are you as shocked as me that we met so imperfectly?
This scene is verbal bloodshed, what a ruined duet
I'm not good at this part, act one is dead
Well isn't she art?
I should make her laugh and make her red
And write a letter to future me
Come on, dork. Don't forget to breathe
These equations are far more complicated than math could ever hope to be
Irrational divinity
How enjoyable, a reason not to be absent
I need to speak with her again because act two needs to happen
Perhaps then, she enjoys this awkward, cruel wreathe?
Because as I listen to the words you say, A voice says breathe, fool, breathe.
Or you'll miss act three
Oh melody
Does she sing to me?
Or am I painting pictures once again?
Because these numbers come alive and what do I do then?
They dance in ways I try to understand
But the real numbers move so that I want to join with you holding my hand
We struggle with our problems as crystal drops cascade the roof
Is this scene romantic ? Or do I have imaginary proof?
