The morning bus ride
Smells so fresh and new
I would like to go back to sleep
but there is a place called school
I would sit next to the window
and look out in the blue
but for some reason
my eyes would always
wonder back to you
I got your image in my head
On the first day we met
You were sweet and nice
And man do I really regret
For not looking at the true
But only looking at the false
You. You were the one
that told me
Yes, you. You were the one
that promised me
You. You were the one
that held me
but I, I wasn't the only one
True?
The morning bus ride
smells so fresh and new
No more drama
No more you!
