On the bus
Sitting at the very back seat
Looking out the window
I think of today
I think of you
And a smile creeps into my face
I recall the warmth of your hand in mine
Your sheepish smile
Your habit of playing with your shirtsleeve
The nervous look on your face
And I think to myself
No one could be happier
No one could be luckier
And then I just hope
I hope you're as happy as I am
But the thing is,
The happier I am, the scarier it is to lose you
