The Air Near My Fingers

Life is so boring

It's really got me snoring

I'm wearing out the flooring

In a cheap hotel

But I don't have to work and I might be sinning

But I've never got to listen to

The rings of school bells

Don't you remember?

You told me in December

That a boy is not a man

Until he makes a stand

Well, I'm not a genius

But maybe you'll remember this

I never said I ever wanted

To be a man

I get nervous when she comes around...

My mom is so caring

She's really got me staring

At all the crazy little things

She does for sure

And I can't seem to think of

Another kind of love

That a boy could ever get

From anyone but her

I get nervous when she comes around...

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