Sunday, Scandolous, Sunday.

Confusion surrounds me
My name in the mouth of everyone in the room
The stares and the glares
My mouth goes dry
They all just assume.

I meet up with her
Blonde curls all a swell
Blue eyes are familiar
But the look of despair in them
Mirrors my own so well.

Judgmental stares
Assault us down the hall
We comfort eachother silently
And breathe words of encouragement
As we take in it all.

The day is done
We made it through
Haters can suck it
Can I can do anything,
As long as I have you!