Your not as nice as you say

It is good that people see how it is
And I write so much I want to
Is not impressed with your antics
You have infected my day enough
And I will not have to worry about me
You have your ideal life over there
And I’m staying up here this is where I belong
So what is my name
Can you really say that you like me?
You like to move around
And your rootless history makes me nauseous
For when you squeeze my hand and just smile
It is people think of