Sorry I Can’t Stick Around

[Verse]
I can't stop listening to the low hum of comprehension
That this room makes
I think I could live here among the worksheets and dusty bookshelves
If they would have me
But I'm an insect, a blip on the radar
And I don't mean anything and I deserve that
But I can't resist leaving question marks inside of your clenched fists
But I can't resist leaving question marks inside of your clenched fists
I can't teach you to want me to teach you, but I would love to try