Of Course
And of course
Of all days to be late
Just started a clean slate
Now I feel my heart rate
Doubling
And the bus
There it goes down the street
Filled with kids, nice and neat
Speeding up for retreat,
Troubling
And I run
Feeling like such a tool
It's closeness seeming cruel
Feel that hatred for school
Bubbling
And of course
I make it, just in time
Feel good, scratch that, sublime
Calm and cool, like a - wait
Something's funny
And I feel my mouth stretch
Though it feels like like I'll retch
And realize I forgot my lunch money