after-school special

you caught me staring on the bus ride home. i've watched you so long, now i guess it's
known. each day i do this, and each night i pray i get to see you at the end of the day. In our assigned seats on the bus ride home, as far as i'm concerned, i sit alone. each day i do this, and each night i pray i get to see you at the end of the day. and i want you to know you're my after-school special. and i never miss a show. i'm such a 'peeper' on the bus ride home. i laugh to see the stalker i have become. each day i do this, and each night i pray i get to see you at the end of the day. she's coming out...it won't be long. so always keep me at the edge of my seat. always stay pretty, always stay so sweet. and maybe one day, i'll be keen to say i get to see you every single day. i've read your lines one million and twenty-three times. stop the bus, i'm getting off here. i went from bottom to top, back to the bottom with you, and i'll never fall in love again.