Your Visits Are Getting Shorter
I can see it in your eyes nowYou have come to resent meCondescension in the silenceYour fingers are tired, girlHow they falter against my thighYour kisses are pinning the lips of someone else
Your visits getting shorterYour heart is getting farther from meYour touch is getting colderAway 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 mouthA subtle annoyance laced with disgustWhen you get older and all those boys grow tired of youYou can come find me, I can never hate you
Your visits getting shorterYour heart is getting farther from meYour touch is getting colderAway somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your rightBoys 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 leaveI try to hold something I canI try to hold something I can never keep
Your visits getting shorterYour heart is getting farther from meYour touch is getting colderAway somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side, boys on your rightBoys by your locked, who'll do anything you ask