Summer of 51’

Remember that summer of 51’

America under It’s Great sun

Home to moral beauty, beating the bold into shape,

my greatest escape was my biggest mistake

We were under a pear tree, me lying down and you checking the landscape.

I was half sleep tired and full of pear fruit The way you eat pears was kinda cute

I play the disguise, Saying I’m up as I close my eyes, You look down and realize, you're beautifully baptized.

“Is heaven real?” she said

“Yes! every time I see you I get heavens feel”

“No really” she said

“no I’m for real how else can love work? In the peripheral of angel shadows?

we lift pain weighed down from gallows,

At first I was shallow, converted asshole

But you love what we created

true love experimental and outdated.

But who’ll never say it

Cause that’s where heaven exist, yea we create heaven with our hearts not fist.

Nor hands or glands, cause lust is what misunderstands, I touch the butt we hit the fan and left spinning in a world we’ll never see again