You aren’t here

On the bus

Rehearsal taking up time

You didn’t see what happened

When his knuckles touched mine

I never meant to do it

An instinct you could say

While I was already having

A really terrible day

You’re not here to comfort me

While I wince in my pain

You’re not here to make me smile

While my life goes down the drain

When I see you

My world lights up

You’re like a break from life

While my heart sits here

Being cut up by a knife

We aren’t talking

Even though I want to

I’m too shameful to look

I just hope she’s interested

With her nose in a book

Remember the times

When you were here

You could make me better without even trying

But now I sit here alone

On the bus crying