Oxygen is what I need
To live and bond
With carbon-based diamonds
With the number twelve for normal
And fourteen for glowing green.
A big red O on the periodic table
Of the terminally unstable.
On it's own it can't exist,
But add a two and there,
You see, you hear,
And everything is magic
With life hanging by
A delicately gaseous
Holding of the hands.
Add a three and oh,
It's poison in the summer,
Because three is a triangle
On a barrel of toxic waste.
Yes.
Three's always been a crowd,
And three's the hole we had to fix.
And darling, darling,
I need oxygen
To fix the hole you ripped.
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