What was my problem with the world again?
Oh yes, it hates me
Mostly on Saturdays and alternating Fridays
Once a month on Thursday
And at least twice a week fifth period.

Lately the universe hasn’t been so bad
(Hey, it hasn’t been amazing either)
But I’ve had my moments.
Some I could’ve gone without,
But they were kinda nice while they lasted.

Those breathless moments when you least expect them
When that higher power
(Who is definitely one messed up sadist
For the most part)
Decides to not let you breathe
Or look away;
That is until you raise your hand and say
“Excuse me, may I PLEASE inhale now?”

Yes
it would be nice
to depend on breathing at a constant rate
But think of it like you’re ten again
And you held contests to see how long
You could stay underwater
And that was pretty much
the most fun you could have in the pool
Without getting “the look.”

Times were a lot simpler then, right?
But in a way it’s the same
Without that moment underwater
You wouldn’t know breaking the surface
Without these watch her walk away moments
Who’s to say we’re even breathing?