And I know I'm not the first one to hold Amber And 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 And I know it's a weird sentiment But when you're a kid, mm 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 And 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