Mr. Gone

Tongue divide-ed on these words
They stick like molasses
Like stains across the brain
And from that knockin key in the tone of your voice
I can tell them secrets are the kind that's left unsaid
Lost, can't connect the dots on lines too fidgety
We spell our names in mathematics now, we dream in algebra
You are no more
Bold lines of long division, split into categories
Just keep your distance so it's simple
Up close it all gets messy, best you don't make eye contact
Don't worry they aren't all dispensable
Learn to be optimistic, avoid adverse opinions
Big mouths are always easy targets
Please keep a straight face will you, please keep your hand down will you
Please keep from making any trouble