I’m thinking of you
Hoping that you
Will be there tomorrow.
It could be so perfect
If you’ll be there
Or it could be so fucked up
If you won’t be there.
I waited for you, today
But you weren’t there.
Now all I have to say
Is that I don’t think it’s fair.
Why are you skipping school all the time?
I know it isn’t all that great, but together we can make it fine.