Art Class

I wrote my number in your book

It's on the page that says 'The Afterword'

And if you read it till the end

You'll know that I have loved you since the very first

Art class we've taken together

You liked my drafts and I liked your hair

Art class we've taken together

You liked my drafts and I liked your hair

I thought you'd call me tonight

I took the first train home to be in time

And though the phone would not go off

I think I heard you sigh through all the busy lines

It's the final class we're skipping together

Time moves too fast, I already miss your scent

Now the train arrives, my eyes to the platform

I'll be alright and waiting for your call