There could have been an "us" all along,
This is the bus song.
Days go by,
As yellow light stings my eyes.
A crowd drifts in, and I try to see,
If you're within, it's like you hide from me.
School days,
Passing you in hallways.
Sadness strikes,
And there's no will to fight.
And when the days ends,
We'll be just friends,
And sorry, that's not good enough,
That's not good enough.
The bell rings, and it's time to go.
I try to bring, you just one note.
And it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes:
If you're waiting, for that special someone,
Then I'm deflating, the pressure you've put on.
I'll capture your heart with this, and thus,
I'll know, you rode away smiling on the bus.