Cleats

It's a little touch and go You could be the crutch that she holds Got herself a sprained ankle If you know, you know Bad things always come in threes When you broke your thumb, you lost your keys She plays for a different team Scraping her knees But it's all the same to you When she's standing in your room On an endless afternoon And the summer's over soon Maybe she's a late bloomer Or maybe it's a fake rumor But you've got the same sense of humor As her She's always at the wheel, you're often on her street You don't know how to feel, you don't know how to sleep Like it'll never heal, your heart's still in the weeds Straight off the soccer field, she's still wearing her cleats But it's all the same to you When she's standing in your room On an endless afternoon And the summer's over soon If it's all a waste of time (all a waste of time) If it's all a silver lining (all a silver lining) If it's all a warning sign (all a warning sign) If she's always on your mind (always on your) Nothing you can do either Old crush on the new teacher Wave as soon as you see her from The bleachers