Sorry I Can't Stick Around Testo

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 your clenched fists
But I can't resist leaving question marks inside your clenched fists
I can't teach you to want me to teach you, but I would love to try