Lyrics
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 pining
For the lips of someone else
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting further from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys in blue blazers
Boys on motorbikes
B-B-B-Boys in your maths 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 those boys grow tired of you
You can come find me, I could never hate you
Your visits getting shorter
Your heart is getting further from me
Your touch is getting colder
Away somewhere you need to be
Boys on your left side
Boys on your right
B-B-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
B-B-B-Boys by your locker
Who'll do anything you ask
