Word Problems

Pin me down, fill me up
Whisper sensual desires
Tickle me with words of fire
Here come the word games
Of which you never tire

You burn me up in the worst of ways
Work me to a frenzy
Then leave me wanting, pretending to love me
Then put down a grid
Lay down your words
Scramble me, pretending we’re some kind of love birds

Chorus
You’re a word problem
And I’m about to make you a past problem
I don’t care what you say
All the word games you play
I’m leaving today
And you’ll never hear a word
Cause leaving doesn’t make a sound
Until the next day

That’s what you do
That’s what you do best
You have a grid and box me in
Justifying this as some kind of perfect sin

Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell do you think you are?
What the hell, you have me groveling on the floor
You’re just a word problem
In a math equation
That doesn’t add up
Anymore

You said we had geometry
I said we had symmetry
You said sometimes we get A’s on biology
But you have it wrong, all we have is simple physiology

You’re a word problem
And I’m about to make you a past problem
I don’t care what you say
All the word games you play
I’m leaving today
And you’ll never hear a word
Cause leaving doesn’t make a sound
Until the next day

I needed your validation
I wanted some sort of accreditation
I longed for assimilation
But all I got was a long litany of discombobulations

You spin your words until they don’t make sense
You spin ideas until they are cockamamy nonsense
You’ve got my mind sitting squarely on a barbed wire fence
But mostly you’ve got me just feeling immensely dense

Words are best when they are clear and bright
Simple and straightforward minus the spite
Clear words reflect a clear mind
But yours are muddled, and so you try to tell me, so are mine

You’re a word problem
And I’m about to make you a past problem
I don’t care what you say
All the word games you play
I’m leaving today
And you’ll never hear a word
Cause leaving doesn’t make a sound
Until the next day

Who the hell do you think you are?
Just a word problem, minus the math score
You’re just a word problem
A word word word problem

You said we had geometry
I said we had symmetry
You said sometimes we get A’s on biology
But you have it wrong, all we have is simple physiology

You’re a word problem
And I’m about to make you a past problem
I don’t care what you say
All the word games you play
I’m leaving today
And you’ll never hear a word
Cause leaving doesn’t make a sound
Until the next day

You’re just --