The cemetery hates the sound of our laughs,
the grass squishy against our backs.
It wants us to be somber and quiet,
but inside our hearts, there's a riot.
There's a dead body beneath us,
and yet when we kiss, there's a rush.
I never thought she would want to kiss me,
so I guess it's the best kind of happy to be.
The kind that surprises you
and wants to do
everything it can
to stay that way.