Text: Brooke Waggoner. I Am Mine.

For the siries, oh the siries of your soul
They are the worries are the worries of my household
I hear the wind a howling swinging at my door
But at your house the weather's pleasant, nothing more

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

Oh the time is near for you to romance every boy
Well I am still a learning how to be coy
And you decided you would educate me
While conversing over anisparity

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

And the flower pots are blooming full of 'golds
Tiny, lovely, little shiney, marigolds
And I suppose that I will never be exposed
To the love that blooms between those who chose

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine

I am behind
I am behind
And nevermind
I will not pine
For I am mine