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.