Tardy
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I can feel Fall returning
the smell of dew on the grass
early morning apple cider
stuck in traffic
worried ill be late for class
its the end of the semester
19$ in my bank account
Woke up late again, put my alarm on snooze
Do you think that I really want to be bothered by you
So, yea I walk into school with a crazy attitude
Not to far from my class the trady bell rings
