I change my passwords to your birth date
I play the lottery with your number
I wrote the text book on living alone
Now I'm adding some happy chapters

I could sew some circles around you
I've shuffled the cards
I've dealt from the top
I hit the jackpot when I played you
I hit the jackpot when I played you

Think of all the windmills just turning from the wind
Think of all the Vespas you could win
Think of all the filth we stayed in
On the nail-bed campaigns of hatred
All the bear attacks
All religious psychos
How the cereal box clippers of coupons become killers
All the science fiction ever worth depicting

And the algebra
And the algebra
Of a breakdown
Of a breakdown
And the algebra of a breakdown I hit the jackpot
And the algebra of a breakdown I hit the jackpot
And the algebra of a breakdown I hit the jackpot
And the algebra of a breakdown when I played you
And the algebra I hit the jackpot
And the algebra I hit the jackpot
And the algebra I hit the jackpot when I played you

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Writer(s): Ryan Dahle