Schools back in again
and the lessons aren’t sinking in
dropped the pencil right after I picked it up
forgot the water I put in my sippy cup

when am I gonna learn
what I need to do to stop the divide
when will I figure out
I’m not alone on the ride

avoiding going forward
hands at my side

the curriculum is brittle
but I can’t be afraid to handle it
you never gave me reason to be scared
no doubts as to where I might fit

The dew on the grass settles in
and age builds up on my bones
and the teacher’s screaming lectures in my ears
and I’m finding ways to bring myself to tears

When am I gonna learn
you’re not going to be hurting me today
When am I gonna learn
that I shouldn’t be walking away

What’s on the chalkboard might be a little rough
but I have to believe we have more than enough
to take in the tutorial
do the homework after

because pushing you away was never the answer
to any question
at the end of any chapter

I need to see your love
and know of what it’s made
know that we can meet in the hall
and get a passing grade….