there was a boy on the train

i didn't even know his name.

i imagined him by my side,

where without him, i won't survive.

"should i smile? should i stare?"

were there pheromones in the air?

"is he friendly? what should i say?"

but i only shied away.

i always saw him in my dreams,

i don't know exactly what it means.

in my dreams we'd sit and talk,

we didn't really say a lot.

he stood up, i watched him go

so i guess i'll never know—

it's crazy, a bit insane;

but i fell for the cute boy on the train.