Don't tell me to do the math(s)

We know that we could sell your magazines
If only you would give your life to literature just
Don't read Jane Eyre

Work on your algebra, stand out in the rain
And give yourself to simple pleasures but
Never play card games

Meanwhile, back at home, not in Communist Russia
Well only on my headphones, we plot our march onto the town hall
And if we'd take prisoners or simply simper at those fools
Please don't tell me to do the math

Tonight we're gonna smash this place up
And then we're gonna deck it out with fairy lights so
We are content

And then we'll maybe drown in Dewey decimal
But leave our shoes off at the door ‘cause
That was the point

Of us at home with the moon pouring through the curtains
Working on our attitude towards the second hand book shop employees reading the inscriptions that were never meant for their eyes
Please don't tell me to do the math

I'm stitching up each one of your pockets
So when we are together you'll maybe look a little less bored
I'm sticking your fingers into sockets to kick-start your little heart
And maybe sleep a tiny bit more

Oh, maybe we should read more into the books that we adore
Perhaps we should drink less vitamin C
And now I'm shouting out in capital letters
I will throw you high fives if you keep your own secrets