She walks in the room and I know I’ve lost you
Sometimes I think I should make you sit in the corner
Where it would be harder for you to notice her
But I never do that because I understand more than you know
The moments of angst and sadness
Watching her glide through the hallways of school
Thanking God your last name was close to hers alphabetically

So that you could have a locker nearby
And you wouldn’t have to hide behind a corner
Just to catch a glimpse of an unattainable angel
For a moment, I want to stop the class and let you go
Her too, so you two can talk alone
But I know that you must suffer through another hour
Not so much of a boring lesson, but quiet resignation