My hands aren't touching yours
And the fact that that's a fact
Is bothering me
I ask intently in my mind
Could you bother me?

Thoughts and angles for your attention
I'm clawing at desperately at desperation
But you pass by
And I'm the cliche
Guy who didn't try

Just cause you can walk through clouds
Doesn't mean that they don't exist at all
Like happy families and chivalry
Where you been means not much to me
Cause where your going is where I want to be.

Built up too much
Your not ready yet
One day you'll turn
From teacher's pet
To teacher.