Bradley comes home from school

He looks happier today than any other day

He won't go out with me

I don't care if i never see his face

Sometimes i wanna get out of here



Everyone's talking about you

Behind the gym, they're sharing cigarettes

Drinking beer out of coke-cans

They're saying "what a waste"

You must have been lonely

Tearing down pacific coast highways



Bradley, bradley

I think you got away

Bradley, bradley

Oh, i think you got away



Someone found a blue board

Twisted up glass all around

There was a girl with you

Nobody knew her



Your stepdad was called in

To say he recognized you

Everyone knew you

They said it was a waste

Said it was a waste



Bradley, bradley

I think you got away

Bradley, bradley

I think you got away



Everyone's back where they started

No-one wants to talk about it

This dares to say

You weren't here