Of Course

And of course

Of all days to be late

Just started a clean slate

Now I feel my heart rate



And the bus

There it goes down the street

Filled with kids, nice and neat

Speeding up for retreat,



And I run

Feeling like such a tool

It's closeness seeming cruel

Feel that hatred for school



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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