When the world hates you for being happy

[orangepladjuice]

I'm breathing in gasps
choaking out my words
that ruien the moment
and the man beside me
loks like he hates me
I know the lookI give him
is despiration
to give me that one last
something to keep me moving
and not willingly fall into the road

But I wrote my confessions
on white slips of paper
so I could throw them
into the trash
voiced to no one else

Because I'll only pause
for an inperceptable moment
while I pretend to clean
the window
and really stare at
the settig sun

...And you can't whipe that dumb grin off your face