All Right

All Right
This girl,
She's got it all right.
School first.
I'm just,
Here.
I think about it all the time.
What am I feeling?
What am I going to do?
How can I make this stay?

I have to make much out of not much,
I fake wanting her to go,
I fake wanting her to go do her work,
But I'm here,
Hoping that she'll finish and talk to me.
Hoping that I'll finish my work,
so I can make time.
But I can't be selfish.
She's got it all right.
And I don't.