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
If it's all been silver-lined
If it's all a warning sign
If she's always on your mind
Nothing you can do either
Old crush on the new teacher
Wave as soon as you see her
From the bleachers