It was the night of first September
I tried to sleep-then I remembered

A dreadful song that a lovely voice sang
I woke up and remembered the dream
About one crazed teen
It was time to talk apparently
Maybe she is the one for me
But I pushed her away and made her cry
Would she talk today, or wonder why?
Why I had a change of heart
Even though it wasn’t mine from the start

I spoke to her and understand
Why my heart asked for me to put out a hand

She was like everything I assumed she would be
Unreasonable, selfish, stupid, not for me