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 become the world once my day is through. She could become 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 ask for from you. Its
something about the way she falls back asleep. It's eight-thirty and in her
textbooks shes 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 i would have to ask
her if I'm dreaming. The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders make me
feel like screaming