Still static in your soft October
Still have it even when it's over
Freeze frame it for a photo copy
Stray daisy in a field of poppies

I keep falling back on simple math
It's all I have
Trying to subtract you
Coming back to simple math

Your firewood and lilac haunts me
Still rosy by I try to wash it out
Your colors in a perfume bottle
Can't break it but I know I've got to

I keep falling back on simple math
It's all I have
Trying to subtract you
Coming back to simple math

I keep falling back on simple math (on simple math)
Still listening to all your albums
Hands bloody, killing my nostalgia
Still listening to all your albums
Hands bloody, killing my nostalgia