The Binary Blues

I prepped the scene, I played the part,
A masterclass in romantic art.
The wine was cold, the mood was right,
I planned to make it a hell of a night.
But you looked at me with a heavy sigh:
"Maybe tomorrow, I'm too tired to try."
The data’s cold, the system’s down,
I’m just a king without a crown.

First it’s YES, and then it’s NO —
Girl, why you gotta treat me so?
Then it’s NO, and then it’s YES —
When do I get out of this mess?

I’m deep in my thesis, my brain’s on fire,
Walking a high-stakes academic wire.
One wrong move and the logic breaks,
I’m drowning in papers and high-level stakes.
Then you sneak in, soft and slow,
With nowhere for my mind to go.
Pressing your breasts against my back —
Now my whole world is starting to crack.

First it’s NO, and then it’s YES —
Damn this scientific mess!
Then it’s YES, and then it’s NO —
Where the hell am I supposed to go?

To hell with the thesis, to hell with the facts,
I’m burning the papers and covering my tracks.
The logic is gone, the theories are dead,
I’m clearing the clutter right out of my head.
No more schedules, no more plans,
I’m placing my life in your steady hands.
We finally clicked, we found the key —
Now you’re the only science for me.

First it’s YES, and then it’s YES —
Cleaning up this beautiful mess!
Then it’s YES, and GOD DAMN YES —
FINALLY, BABY... HELL YES!