I was always terrible with numbers,

Failing to understand.

I’m not too different now.

Failing to grasp you.

But can I be convincing?

Can I promise sweet nothings?

Can I, Can I, Can I?

I don’t really want to,

But damn are you covered with moles.

And those moles hole themselves into my heart.

My first reason.

My first reason in trying to grasp these equations.

I was always terrible with numbers,

But I’ll try for you.