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
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