Math

Jake Miller

Compositor: Jake Miller / Nick Smith / SAYAK DAS

Dropping me off at the same old airport terminal
Oh, I really hate to see you cry
It gets harder every time
Standing on the curb, waving by, wishing time was reversable
Oh, I try to make you think I'm fine
But it gets harder every time

Now I'm crunching numbers
'Cause I can't help but wonder
How much life do I have left with you, you, you, you
FaceTime calls and time zones
Where did all the time go?
I keep getting older, so are you
I don't wanna do the math
Please don't make me do the math
'Cause it's not adding up

(Oh-na-na-na, oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up
(Oh-na-na-na), no (oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up

2, 500 miles from your doorstep to California
Oh, I wish I lived right down the street
But you told me: Go and chase that dream (chase that dream)
It's like I blinked twice and now you're turning sixty
I'm out on the west coast, feeling fucking guilty
'Cause the weeks and the months and the years just keep on flying by

Now I'm crunching numbers
'Cause I can't help but wonder
How much life do I have left with you, you, you, you
FaceTime calls and time zones
Where did all the time go?
I keep getting older, so are you
I don't wanna do the math
Please don't make me do the math
'Cause it's not adding up

(Oh-na-na-na, oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up
(Oh-na-na-na), no (oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up
(Oh-na-na-na, oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up
(Oh-na-na-na), no (oh-na-na-na)
It's not adding up