I know I'm not the first one to hold Amber
To think of anyone else to hold Amber
I feel they don't deserve to, to hold Amber
But do I?

And I'm risking all my jump time to hold Amber
And I'm afraid, but it's fine, they're just hands
And I know that there's a thin line to understand her

And my, our words
And the things we've made from words
And the things that make us laugh
And the time I touched her ass
In my bed, and you said
That it was alright
I know it's a weird sentiment
But when you're a kid
You like what you like

And I don't mind being gossip to hold Amber
With rumors catastrophic, I can't stand her
Or laughed at by some jock-heads with no answer

I see, it's fine
And the fact that you're now mine
And the doubt that strains my mind
Every day, and then you say
Something that makes sense
Makes sense like a couch in a mall
With both of our hands
Walking down on Montclair, no lights damper
I'm pondering the life that holds Amber
And I

Want to be the last one
Want to be the last one
Might not be the last one
But I could be the nice one