there is a boy
and we meet in his car
and he has a sweet smile
and we go pretty far

there is another boy
and we sometimes lock eyes
for just a burning second
i can't tell if they lie

and when we brush past
i swear i feel thunder
just a slight breeze
but it brings me under

there is an air in his ways
and i struggle to not stare
i long to hear his laugh
to run my hands through his hair

and although we pass briefly
although it wouldn't seem
the latter has more heat
he's the one in my dreams