Scott Aitken - Bad Math Lyrics

You never listen to what I said
If you heard me darling you'd be red
All the daisies I picked were dead
Cause baby
It's bad
You got issues honey
I've got them too
When I hear them they're turning me blue
All the late nights spent talking them through
Baby I'm had
If you can't say sorry
If you can't put me before yourself
If these numbers don't seem to add
Then maybe we're bad math
You're cold as winter
I'm hot as flames
When we're together
Drives our friends insane
If we are algebra then we're missing a Q
These numbers
Don't add
If you can't say sorry
If you can't put me before yourself
If these numbers don't seem to add
Then maybe we're bad math
It's no ones fault
We can't solve this proof oh
Like rubbing salt
In open wounds
Driving you mad
Feeling your wrath
Can't solve it
Bad math
They say one is one and two is two
But put us together and who would've knew
We're like peanut butter, pickles in a anchovy soup
Cause baby
We bad
If you can't say sorry
If you can't put me before yourself
If these numbers don't seem to add
Then maybe we're bad math
If you can't say sorry
If you can't put me before yourself
If these numbers don't seem to add
Then maybe we're bad math
I say honey it's bad math
Hey listen darling
Maybe we should get a tutor