So poppy it'll make you puke, part two

i know that you'll never talk to me, but a dumb boy can always dream, and that's exactly what i plan to do, dream of a place where i'd be cool.
i see her walking away wearing a beautiful, white sleevless sweater. i don't know what i would say if ever given the chance to meet her.
i might just tell her my name, scared to death of what she would do, for now i'll just close my eyes because sleeping sure beats being ridiculed.