if this was in Oxford

Sometimes I fall asleep till the break of the day
just to wake by the sound of my phone when you call.
I smile like a fool, I think I'm lucky one.

I used to picture myself standing up in your hall
and the picture of us looks good on the shelf.
Cause since you've came my way I always come undone.

Oh, I'm losing you in crowds.
Who am I without
your huge backpack?

The books in my hands, I look quite a mess.
The class is so big, I can't find your face.

So I'm leaving this room, full of strangers and sons.
Run down the big stairs.
And I hope that you see, as I'm crossing you street
you'll see my face, yeah.
Scared to make some mistake since you said you got sad
when I cursed you out.
Cause if this was in Oxford - I'd be crying in the library now.
(Please, hush!)

I got late here again,
watch me trying to button my clothes as they're looking so perfect.
And the orchestra plays some song I can't recall.

I raise my hand cause I know the questions people would ask,
but I end up here standing as I quote Socrates,
and the mean girls open up their eyes to roll.

Oh, I never saw it coming.
Once you said I'm stunning.
Is this nothing?

I'd tell you I love you, would you hear me out?
Just give me a sign, if you need me now!

So I pace back and forth, look past the end of your nose -
here I'm screaming.
Cause I want you to know
everything that I know -
is you and me, yeah.
Scared to make some mistake since you said you got sad,
when I cursed you out,
cause if this was in Oxford I'd be crying in the library now.
(Girls, keep quiet!)

Never wanted you to battle.
I lay down all the knives I brought,
cause you never used your best guns against me.

So I'm showing you my hands now.
Even if I have the best of card.
I like it better, when you stay next to me.

All this time I think I never knew
all that I want is to be with you.