You said I needed my own friends
So I found them
Then you fucked them
And now I'm out of the picture
A triangle before it ever joined together
Kicked me off the grid
Out of the spectrum
Out of the confines of the graph, the rulers
Plastic and pink from when we were kids
I use to calculate
The percentage, the moment, I was removed
Subtracted
Like a math equation

One plus one cannot equal three
But who is one?
Who is one?
Who is going to be the one

To be joined with you
To be joined with you
To be joined with you
To be joined with you

You said I needed my own friends
Then you fucked them
And now I'm out of the picture
Like a math equation

One plus one cannot equal three
It's illogical
Impossible

Who is going to be the one
To be joined with you?
Who is going to be the one
To be joined with you?

To be joined with you
To be joined with you
To be joined with you
To be joined with you