Method of Frobenius - Cul-De-Sac Lyrics

I have done the math
It's not bad
Certain calculations follow
Don't be sad

So we add it all up
And we print out the page
Look at our lives in rows and columns
It's so strange

When did I ever let you down?
Why do I always let you down, now?

Who gets the house?
Who takes the car?
Who gets to keep the broken hearts
In the specimen jar?

But you're doin' all right
You smell like a rose
I just wanted you to suffer
I suppose

When did I ever let you down?
Why do you always let me down, now?

Kick a tire, slam a door
We've been down this road before
We've come too far we can't go back
We have reached our cul-de-sac

I am done with math
And I don't feel bad
But certain calculations follow
Certain calculations follow