It’s in the grass, it’s in the trees
It’s in the very air you breathe
A sickly scent, a telling rush
A sideways glance that makes you blush
It's in my hands, it's it your eyes
Behind their blackness I see surprise
It's in the way you talk, and look
Over your shoulder as we walk
It's everywhere and anywhere
With people that persistantly stare.
Did they see us together?