The nuclear bomb is ticking

My love for you is leaking

There’s no time left to think

Or assess the thing

It’s nearly over now

It needed to end somehow.

You would have made a good politician

Too bad you were just a mathematician

You rest your case so good

You thought you’d change my mood.

But lies were never in you favor

And truth came out to shatter

The made-up world you built

That’s turning into guilt.

I’m glad it’s nearly over

So I can move further.