50/50 Split

There are so many sides to every story



And this is mine



A dirty pair of hands sometimes has to come clean



And now is the time



I just couldn't see love's great defection



Now it's flourishing in one dimension



Love went over the wall



Was it pushed or did it fall?



The official story was a 60/40 split



Cut with a knife



But now that I'm ghostwriting your autobiography



This ought to be your life



You wouldn't have to be a great detective



To see the things you do to me are self-reflexive



They bounce right back from me



Cos I'm a human trampoline



Seem now, it's so hard to take



Heart to hearts that were heart for heart's sake



Now Cupid only watches darts



Love is just the sum of its parts



Together we were a perfect circle



I think that we should get back again



I'll hold you close and we'll roll all the way



Down to Lover's Lane



We're just two sides of a vulgar fraction



Waiting for a little love interaction



When the borderline will fall



Without you I mean half of nothing at all



Looking back it seems like fake



Heart to hearts that were heart for hearts sake



I should have known right from the start



I want you know, I want the fake



I learnt the laws and found it's just give and take



(You give and I take)



I've got the guts, I will restart



And love is only the sum of its parts



Love is the sum of its parts



Yes it is.