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.