Math Kid

What happened to you?
Where did you go?
What happened to you?
It’s funny son
Still running from
You’re bumming still strumming
With your thumb in none
Dividing sums (I never was a math kid)
Still hiding plums (sounds more like subtraction)
When they file in you finally look happy
I see it when you’re sitting there
I see it when you sit
And plastered up
An ensuing space and
Half mine taken
With an ace in tow
That’s just you and
This is bad now this is ruined
And if I would
«That's just money son it’s humbling»
Sounds so funny once you’re crumbling
Sounds so wrong that you don’t
A rising tide is right behind you
Don’t look back
It’s for you
And plastered up
An ensuing space and
Half mine taken
They should know
That’s just you and
This is bad now this is ruined
They don’t believe me when I say I’m doing fine
They don’t believe me when I say I’m doing fine
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it slow
I’m just gonna say it no
I’m just gonna say it slow