Joy Crookes - Mathematics (feat. Kano)

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 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 wanna conquer your whole heart

Tired, crying on the salon floor
I'm pretty but I'm miserable
Goodbye, good luck tryna 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 in 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
Ooh, I'm pretty fucking miserable
Goodbye, good luck tryna work it out
Oh baby, it's not mathematics, it's love

I frequent lit locations, whipping spaceships
There's no saving the ship from sailing
Distant neighbors were so close
Take me back when I get back home
Question-free ducks got me looking at restaurants, hence done
Roses I read like my message was left on
Baker's dozen want my cake 'cause of course I wanna taste of somethin'
Maybe your grass would've been greener without this shade you're chuckin'
Maybe my heart would've been cleaner without you surging cupboards
Used to dance away the demons
Now your evenings be mascara staining Kleenex, blaming me gets

Tired, crying on the salon floor
Oh, I'm pretty fucking miserable
Goodbye, good luck tryna 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