The Air Near My Fingers

Life is so boring It's really got me snoring I'm wearing out the flooring In a cheap motel But I don't have to work And I might be sinning But I never have 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 Will I'm not a genius But maybe you'll remember this I never said I wanted to be a man I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around My mom is so caring She 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 when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around when she comes around when she comes around