Every day such a beautiful day
When I see how you’re going to me.
Lovely smile often leads me astray,
In my soul search for arithmetic mean.
When you tell me about isolation
I would argue that I feel the same.
When your train moves away from the station
I have no one to blame.

 [bad word] 
Now I can’t simply imagine,
How could I start up your engine?
I really guess that you’re my double,
But Queen and Scumbag so odd couple.

Thoughts are playing with me hide and seek
And I break all [bad word] trying to win.
So, I feel like a wall without brick,
Like a defeated king without sheen.
When you prove to me your affirmation
I don’t even try to insert the word.
We are aliens in need of translation,
Is it not the absurd?