I'm always scared of happiness. I don't like slipping into a good mood, or letting myself be happy {even if I really should be}. Being miserable is easy, though - I'm not afraid of it. I'm not worried that someone will storm in and tear down my fort stacked with heavy books and gray sheets of sad, or distract me from deliberate depression, or interrupt my expert wallowing. No, those ideas don't scare me. It's laughter, and joy, and "I love you's" that you have to be careful with. Those are tricky, because losing them is scary. I'm not afraid of losing a bad day, but being happy - happiness in general - happiness is terrifying.
'Hey' I love you. I just thought I should let you know.
We packed everything we had and a blanket in a bag for the weekend.
And you'd say "the perfect getaway is just what we needed."
But oh man when we got there, not a hotel in town, not room to spare.
Do you remember driving home that night?
We sang our favorite songs along the radio.
And it was heaven being by your side -
We made the most of every chance we had alone.
And you'd say "the perfect getaway is just what we needed."
But oh man when we got there, not a hotel in town, not room to spare.
Do you remember driving home that night?
We sang our favorite songs along the radio.
And it was heaven being by your side -
We made the most of every chance we had alone.
And dimples, are dangerous as H-E-double hockey sticks.
You should publish a book about all this life-stuff..
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