I took the same route to school. 
I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM. 
I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing 
but it could [bad word] my world once the day is through. 
She could [bad word] my everything or a whisper in my ear 
across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you. 
To catch you would be all that I can honestly as for from you. 
It’s something about the way she falls back asleep. 
It’s eight-thirty and in her textbook she’s waist deep. 
And it could be a sign when she wakes up she’s looking at me. 
Right at me. 
And I don’t know how many times 
that I would have to ask her if I’m dreaming. 
The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders 
makes me feel like screaming