The Maths - Brett Newski

I remember finding out that Santa Claus was fake

And since that day I’ve nursed a broken heart

It’s not the fact that we’re all raised on lies that makes me angry

It’s the lies we’re told that set us all apart

It’s the lies we’re told that set us all apart

We’re often putting too much faith into the sky

When it rains we’ll only end up wet

I watched the weather, there’s a good chance ther will be lightning

We should probably go inside bfore we’re dead

I’ve always known that one and one make two

The thing I’ve never figured out is how to lie to you

I sacrificed my childhood for the sake of being smart

Now I only speak in metaphor

Summer is the time we need to pick shapes out of clouds

Because in winter there’s just way too many more

In winter there’s just way too many more

We’re often putting too much faith into the sky

When it rains we’ll only end up wet

I watched the weather, there’s a good chance there will be lightning

We should probably go inside before we’re dead

I’ve always known that two and two make four

The thing I’ve never figured out is how to ask for more

I’ve always know that three and three make six

The thing I’ve never figured out is how to get my fix of you

And I’ve always known that four and four make eight

But by the time I figure that one out it’s always way too late