Numbers

There's always a number that'll make you feel bad 'bout yourself You try to measure up, try to measure up to somebody else Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh They say that you're too short to join the team And your IQ's too low for poetry Numbers are out to get you, numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your life, girl So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need Look at him, look at her, they've got a million likes You better figure out how to multiply, divide Numbers are out to get you, they'll kill you if they get through Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your life, girl So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need I'm a one, I'm a zero In the end, does it matter? All that we even really know Is every nail needs a hammer But the numbers I compute (I compute) When we look and the two becomes one (Zero point one two three five one two) I hear the sadness in your life, girl I hear the sadness in your life, girl --- Numbers - Weezer