I call you categorical;
it's cause you're unbelievable.
I hate to wax historical;
you're simply unconcievable.
I must confess;
I do my best to contemplate conformity.
Normality, my pretty city;
you're such a chore to me.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
I call you categorical;
it's cause you're unbelievable.
I hate to wax historical;
you're simply unconcievable.
I must confess;
I do my best to contemplate conformity.
Normality, my pretty city;
you're such a chore to me.
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