Long Division

O Jesus Christ just fuckin shoot me
I’ve got nothing figured out
There’s all these problems in my noggin
That you solve when you’re around

You’re doing long division backwards
And you count it in your head
Why Would I sit inside my pit when I could
Hang with you instead?

Plug the light in, illuminate the room
A thousand watts when you say that I’m cute

So come along out to the highway
We can sing inside my car
Tell me about your workplace crushes
And how likely that they are

Oh, Scottish girl, you’ve got me dizzy
Got me fuckin up my rent
97 was sure a good year to be born

Later on when wе retire
It’s your voice that makеs me grin
Let’s light a joint and let the evening go
Wherever it will end

All of my problems, yeah you solved them
But they’ll come back in the day
Newly equipped with all your friendship
I hope I will be okay