History in the making
We make history because our love isn't basic
Basically we're going to grow branches on our family tree
Just to clear up any historicity
And/or animosity
You know what's catastrophic?
Love isn't logic!!!
So you can remind yourself
But if you don't align yourself
You can find yourself by yourself
So look what's behind yourself
If it has always been your fault
Then shift in your ways
And hope that you can escape the aftershock
Enough of the lessons
Back to our blessings
We can travel a thousand islands
Or we can live on a ranch
And for our dressings
Vests and dresses
Suits and knee-high boots
Overalls; we can be free as the nevertheless too
That's artistic ****
I'm a simplistic dude
Simple beauty is what I'm into
Your mind and your organisms
Your smile when your stomach tickles
The way in which you sneeze when your nose sniffles
When you're coughing you always act like you're headed to your funeral
Then I have to tell you to stop being so dramatical
Love and history is grammatical and non-fictional
It's true
So truly historiography should only be studied by those who love biology
The study of life and living things
Human beings with cells and rib-cages
Meant to lock themselves up with attached strings
To shoot bowing arrows
Loving each other all the way down to one another's bone-marrow
She said I'm gonna miss you so I used my thumbs in act for tissue
Our love will be on the cover of the book of love, volume 1 the first issue
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
History in the making
We make history because our love isn't basic
Basically we're going to grow branches on our family tree
Just to clear up any historicity
And/or animosity
You know what's catastrophic?
Love isn't logic!!!
So you can remind yourself
But if you don't align yourself
You can find yourself by yourself
So look what's behind yourself
If it has always been your fault
Then shift in your ways
And hope that you can escape the aftershock
Enough of the lessons
Back to our blessings
We can travel a thousand islands
Or we can live on a ranch
And for our dressings
Vests and dresses
Suits and knee-high boots
Overalls; we can be free as the nevertheless too
That's artistic ****
I'm a simplistic dude
Simple beauty is what I'm into
Your mind and your organisms
Your smile when your stomach tickles
The way in which you sneeze when your nose sniffles
When you're coughing you always act like you're headed to your funeral
Then I have to tell you to stop being so dramatical
Love and history is grammatical and non-fictional
It's true
So truly historiography should only be studied by those who love biology
The study of life and living things
Human beings with cells and rib-cages
Meant to lock themselves up with attached strings
To shoot bowing arrows
Loving each other all the way down to one another's bone-marrow
She said I'm gonna miss you so I used my thumbs in act for tissue
Our love will be on the cover of the book of love, volume 1 the first issue
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