I can see it in your eyes now

You have come to resent me

Condescension in the silence

Your fingers are tired, girl

How they falter against my thigh

Your kisses are pinning the lips of someone else



Your visits getting shorter

Your heart is getting farther from me

Your touch is getting colder

Away somewhere you need to be



Boys in blue blazers, boys ...

Boys in your math class, who'll do anything you ask



You're pulling the trigger and the gun is in my mouth

A subtle annoyance laced with disgust

When you get older and all those boys grow tired of you

You can come find me, I can never hate you



Your visits getting shorter

Your heart is getting farther from me

Your touch is getting colder

Away somewhere you need to be



Boys on your left side, boys on your right 

Boys by your locked who'll do anything you ask



Let's spend the whole day in bed then

'Cause if we don't, you'll want to, want to leave

I try to hold something I can

I try to hold something I can never keep



Your visits getting shorter

Your heart is getting farther from me

Your touch is getting colder

Away somewhere you need to be



Boys on your left side, boys on your right

Boys by your locked, who'll do anything you ask