But to you IÂ’m just a novel that you wish youÂ’d never wrote
IÂ’m greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it
that I still canÂ’t catch your eye?
YouÂ’re a cryptic crossword, a song IÂ’ve never heard
While I sit here drawing circles IÂ’m afraid of being hurt
YouÂ’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page in
It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
It appears to me the pen has over analysed again.
...And the beauty of the world is that you donÂ’t have to show it.