I said.

It's happiness,
but a different type of happiness sung.

It's like, yeah we can do this, we can help everyone,
and we got all the time in the world.

We're gunna get it done. The air is crisp im told,

sure it's got poison floatin around in it,

but we'll fix it, i'm sure we will.

It's not happiness, like that of a drug hit,

where you're so numb, or so pumped,

that nothing matters apart from critical bliss.

You silence ugly things like this.

But today i called them over,

and we played darts,

and we called this whole thing off.


Then my eyes flickered and my neck stopped moving.