Recess

Chasing

Chasing all the things you never had

Facing

Facing all the fears you never grabbed

You've had

The chance

Sitting next to her

With her fingers in her purse

You can tell she does her work

You may try to speak but someone was eyeing her first

You sit back and try to rehearse those lines

It the first day back

I need to relax

Probably not her type

I can see that guy

What if she into all the things I do

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

I gotta, I gotta

At recess you follow her to the swing set

Her hair it swings

While she jumps and clings to her friend she hasn seen today

Yet she

She looks so clean

In those blue jeans

You pray that she could never be

A girl who don't know why

It's so hot outside

You look at the time

The bell rings so high

The bell rings so high

You've run out of time

It's lunch and you give her your favorite flavor of

Crunch bar

You watch her

As she gives it to her friend who has three different lunches

You say that she ungrateful

She can never focus

On the way home

The bus is full so you wait for her

You sit by her

And you fix your mouth to say hello

As you fix your mouth to say hello

You notice that she had already put in her bright pink headphones

I just can do this

Every chance I miss

I can tell that she ain't tryna know me

Let your mind do tricks

Ask her for that kiss

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

I gotta, I gotta (ask for that kiss)

I just can do this

Every chance I miss

I can tell that she ain't tryna' know me

Let your mind do tricks

Ask her for that kiss

I gotta, I gotta, I gotta

I gotta, I gotta