I calculate the girls you date
And look for patterns in their physical properties.
I periodically fill with jealousy. You balance my equation.
On occasion I'm sure I've caught your eye
Or, fine, maybe you caught mine: all I know is I've got my ion you.
Incandescent adolescents, we're transitioning all the time like true metals.
And I deserve a medal
Because I am way out of my element.
So I propose an experiment.
I'm no prophetess, but my hypothesis states, with confidence,
That the most stable state we could create would be to date. On top of this,
If we were to become monogamous? Our love: bottomless.
Shit--you and I? We'd be synonymous with prominence
Finishing each other's sentences as the center of gravity
Shifts to revolve around just us.
You know, I thought I had you down to a science
But when you sign it's CO too much for me to handle
And even Avogadro couldn't hold a candle
To how much you matter to me.
I know I can be negative
But maybe--just maybe-- I think I'm your electron
Because I know I can go on and on about you.
I'm stuck in a cyclical, cynical spin
Because you draw me so far in
But as near as I get, I never get as close as I'd like to.
And maybe-- just maybe-- I think you're my proton
Because my mind is somehow still spinning and you're at the center of it all.
By now I've learned that salty tears are only a solution in chemistry
But, boy, our bond is far beyond banal pleasantry
So come on: sit next to me.