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 (all a waste of time)
If it's all a silver lining (all a silver lining)
If it's all a warning sign (all a warning sign)
If she's always on your mind (always on your)

Nothing you can do either
Old crush on the new teacher
Wave as soon as you see her from
The bleachers



Credits
Writer(s): Aron Noah Forbes, Miles Scott Atkins Kottak, Finneas Baird O'connell, Lucy Healy, David Marinelli, Matthew Fildey
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