Frisbee

Waiting on the park bench
Wondering if I can fake it anymore
Toe a short line to be with you
Sneaking smiles across the bookstore
Glance for chances setting forth
Such a short time to be with you
Hold the phone, collect my thoughts
And catch my breath to walk to you
There's an issue with telling you
Campus, clutching hands, pavilion
A million times to see it through
Said "I'll miss you" to make it true



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Bailey, Matthew Poulton, Tommy Oeffling
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