Not a Boy from Geometry

Family memory

Ania's clever indie song — she is more than someone's equation.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

My mascara is running down my chin
I don't even know where the crying ends and I begin
Ten minutes turned into an hour or two
I'm a fifteen year old mess because of you
Is this what they call the end of the world?
I'm just a broken sad girl staring at the floor
I don't think I can take this anymore
Oh, the heartbreak is real, it's a physical way
I'm drowning in the tears that I left on my plate
Any eyes fading, I'm just a ghost in the room
I'm on the way to this impending doom, impending doom
But wait, I think I hear a call of jingling on the rug
It's not a text or a call or a late night hug
I stopped the waterworks and wiped my eyes
To see a curly little furry white surprise
Wait, you weren't a boy from my geometry class
You're just a forlit fluffy ball of gas
I was crying over a poodle, a white one
Oh, the heartbreak is fake, it was a physical way
A curly little dog with a terrible fate
Any of us fine, I'm not a ghost in the room
I have to deal with this impending doom, impending doom
Oh my god, the poodle pooped everywhere
It's on the carpet, it's on the chair
I spent two hours crying over a dog
While he was busy living in a foggy poop smog
I don't know, man, this day is just trash
Clean it up, Ania, and forget the emotional crash
Go get the paper towel seriously everywhere
That's actually disgusting
Whatever