I can see it in your eyes now
 You [bad word] to resent me
 Condescension in the silence
 Your fingers are tired, girl
 How they falter against my thigh
 Your kisses are pining for 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 [bad word] 
 Boys in your maths class, who'll do anything you ask

 You're pulling the trigger and the gun is in my mouth
 subtle annoyance laced with disgust
 When you get older and all those boys grow tired of you
 You [bad word] 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 locker 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 locker who'll do anything you ask