The Air Near My Fingers

My life is so boring It's really got me snoring And 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 gonna have to hear the rings of school bells Well, 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 Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Hey 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 Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around I get nervous when she comes around Oh, when she comes around Oh, when she comes around