The Best Half Hour Of My Life

AKA I Hate Buses

I remember that afternoon
like it was yesterday

You chose to walk home from school with me
Of all the people you could have chosen
you chose me
And we laughed
Not as much as usual
because I was a little nervous
praying that I wouldnt mess this up

Half an hour later
as we arrived at the bus stop
for you to continue your journey home
i knew that this was it
It was only a matter of time before the bus pulled
around the corner and the moment would be gone

So I went to kiss you
and you did the same
and then within seconds
the damn bus came...

I have hated buses ever since

ae
Jan 2003