You get it...
And that's what I love about you
You get it
Yeah you still roll your eyes, but you don't narrow them
You see the disguised ideas and shadow them
To me it's just numbers
Gestures at the air with hand
They don't make sense, but they're beautiful.
But then you have it in a book.
You make sense of
My nonsense
You call it arithmetic
And what I say in my sleep
You keep through your days
In so many ways.
You get me.
And your prize!
Is you get me.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
You get it...
And that's what I love about you
You get it
Yeah you still roll your eyes, but you don't narrow them
You see the disguised ideas and shadow them
To me it's just numbers
Gestures at the air with hand
They don't make sense, but they're beautiful.
But then you have it in a book.
You make sense of
My nonsense
You call it arithmetic
And what I say in my sleep
You keep through your days
In so many ways.
You get me.
And your prize!
Is you get me.
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