She

She's a memory

In the minds of guys

She doesn't know 

know her



She's

Behind there foreheads

Doing deeds

She's never done before



And her worlds a blur

Her worlds a blur about her

The girls not green

She's got no clue

They're whispering about her

She's got no clue

She's never quite sure what to do

With her hands

In social

Situations



She

She seems so well liked

But friends are few

And hardly friends at all

and She's

So sick of herself sometimes

Leaves her stomach

Inside a bathroom stall



She never quite knows what to do

With her hands

In private

Situations



And her worlds a blur

Her worlds a blur about her

The girls not green

But she's got no clue

They're whispering about her

She's got no clue

She's never quite sure what to do



But she is the what

They are the matter

She is the glass

They are the shatter

She is the dawn

They are the Saturday

They never made it home



She

She hates dinner dates

And getting to know you

And awkward intervals



And her worlds a blur

Her worlds a blur about her

The girls not green

She's got no clue

They're whispering about her

She's got no clue

She's never quite sure what to do

With her hands



She's never quite sure what to do

With her hands

In casual

Situations