history is not unfortunate,
it’s just the thing we know we do believe–
and can believe in it,
now we conceive of it
we reveal in it
we walk down the aisle
believing we’re meant to, all the while
isn’t that what’s supposed to make us smile?
isn’t it?
what’s this shit?
you’re telling me that all my mind
is yearning time
and i don’t know what’s real or not
and i’ve never even been shot
in the head
or by my bed
cuz killing me
never made me not dead.
i’m an idiot.
it’s unfortunate
that we are so stupified
that our tongues are forever tied
and falling in love
is just for squirrels
shot down by girls
waiting for the world to end
and by the benz
of their best friend
they remember the truth:
history is not unfortunate,
it’s just the thing we know we do believe.
