I just wanna be a good president
And never find a reason to resign
I just wanna teach my students how to fear life
Well, let me hold your hand
No, let me hold your other one
Was the sleepover too long to decide
I wanna hug you, I wanna love you, I wanna be everything that you hold above you
I just wanna kiss you
I wanna miss you
I wanna be acetone for your pain's residue
When the reasons are gone, all the passes are new
When the freedom is halted
Stop what you're doing now