Your heartbeats echo through test tubes and beakers.
You told me that salt complexes don’t cry,
so I've have streams of HCL running down instead.
They say all that glitters is not gold,
but gold is dull in its pure form.
All my oxygen is binding into esters.
I can’t breathe.
You’re trying to make more by breathing backwards,
Turning CO₂ and water into that needed oxygen.
But you can't force your lungs to work in reverse.
Our “perfect” chemistry was flawed from the start,
Like all scientific theories are.
Like everything in the universe is,
because electrons are never perfect,
and nature never ever tells her secrets.
You have this flawed theory of love,
It won't react favorably,
and the products will spill all over the table.
There is no solution.