Black Math

Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?

My fingers definitely turning to black now

Maybe I'll put my love on ice

And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

My books are sitting at the top of the stack now

The longer words are really breaking my back now

Maybe I'll learn to understand,

Drawing a square with a pencil in my hand

Mathematically turing the page

Unequivocally showing my age

I'm practically center stage

Undeniably earning your wage

Maybe I'll put my love on ice

And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

Listen master can I ask you a question?

Is it the fingers, or the brain

that you're teaching the lesson?

I can't tell you how proud I am

I'm writing down things that I don't understand

Maybe I'll put my love on ice

And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice