| Let’s paint a picture: you’re in class
|
| The teacher writes the notes too fast
|
| And there’s a boy who sits in back
|
| Who’s too afraid to raise his hand
|
| And ask if she can slow it down
|
| So nervously he looks around
|
| Can’t bare to stand out in the crowd
|
| And he’s only gotten half the notes now
|
| The school bell rings and he feels deflated
|
| He looks at his hand, he should’ve raised it
|
| His biggest fear, he should’ve faced it
|
| And now he’s lost inside the pages
|
| He might be there but you’d never notice
|
| Got a lot to say but he’s soft spoken
|
| He’s a book that just isn’t open
|
| A tiny ripple in a stormy ocean
|
| Glassman, Mister Glassman
|
| Glass… man
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken
|
| Mister Glassman
|
| A few years later, and now it’s prom season
|
| Mister Glass isn’t going, unless he has a reason
|
| There’s a cutie in his class that he likes a lot
|
| But he’s afraid to ask, because they’ve never talked
|
| Plus if she says yes, what’s he gonna do?
|
| Doesn’t have a car, dude, he’s screwed
|
| He doesn’t feel cool, he’s too subdued
|
| And he’s scared to meet her parents too
|
| Boohoo, just another chance he blew
|
| Cause theres too many things going on in his head
|
| And he’s always in his head thinking too far ahead
|
| Could’ve gone to prom
|
| But instead he lays in bed
|
| Thinkin' of all the things that he left unsaid till he’s red
|
| Silly, Mister Glass, the world has a way
|
| But now I’m sure you’ve heard many people say:
|
| «You miss every opportunity you don’t take»
|
| Don’t be shy, kid, make your own fate
|
| Glassman, Mister Glassman
|
| Glass… man
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken
|
| Mister Glassman
|
| Now Mister Glass is older, and he’s doing just fine
|
| Yeah, he made it through high school
|
| Even though he was shy
|
| He’s got a group of good friends, and his future is bright
|
| And he still gets sad, but he’s happy with his life
|
| Remember when he didn’t ask that cutie to prom?
|
| Well, now he’s got a couple kids
|
| And they’re calling her mom,
|
| And remember when he couldn’t raise his hand in class?
|
| Well now he’s up on stage in front of fans, rappin' fast
|
| But he still gets scared and he still gets nervous
|
| Cause you gotta fear the waves if you wanna go surfin'
|
| Nothin' is for certain
|
| Like does cursive have a purpose?
|
| Was it worth it that you learned it?
|
| Probably not, I don’t know, I digress
|
| But the point I’m tryna stress
|
| Is we’re all just made of glass
|
| Even when we’re at our best
|
| We can break, we can splinter
|
| Disappear or lose our temper
|
| Even if you think you’re bulletproof
|
| I am glass, and so are you
|
| Glassman, Mister Glassman
|
| Glass… man
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken!
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken!
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| He’s really soft-spoken!
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken!
|
| Its hard to get by when you’re feelin' so shy
|
| You gotta keep on movin' just a step at a time
|
| Mister Glassman
|
| He’s really soft-spoken!
|
| You never notice glass unless its broken!
|
| Mista'
|
| (Mister Glassman)
|
| Shooby doo wop
|
| Shooby doo way
|
| Shooby dooby dooby doo
|
| Woppity wop
|
| (Mister Glassman)
|
| He’s really soft-spoken!
|
| (Mister Glassman)
|
| Mister Glassman!
|
| (Glassman) |