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

 

 

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