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

Seems 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

Back 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 of love 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.