Stuck To You

Well there's one thing mama, I think you should know

It is not love that makes the flowers grow

But a complex electron transfer process known as photosynthesis when chlorophyll reacts with the light of day

Since you're gone, the light has gone away

Oh there's one more thing mama, I think that you'll find

It is not love that makes the stars shine

But the spontaneous combustion of super-heated and super-condensed gasses in the process known as fusion that creates new elements when the time is right

Since you're gone, stars don't shine so bright

Oh there's another thing mama, I think I should confide

It is not love that'll turn the tide

But the net difference in the gravitational pull between the earth and the moon as it is acted out upon the waves

But since you're gone, I feel washed away

I could have been a mathematician

Studied rockets for a livin'

Would've worked out better in the end

But to get more specific I'd break every law of physics

To bring you back to me again

Well there's one more thing, I'll tell you if I can

It is not love, that makes a non-stick frying pan

But a top-secret, trademarked, conglomerated, most likely carcinogenic, polyurethane compound spread in a micro-thin substance, over a negatively charged layer of aluminum, copper, iron, lead, vhs, fyi, apple pie, fbi, and some other elements too

Since you're gone, I wish I'd stuck to you