These Girls
I am tired of crying in bathrooms
And lighting drags when I don't even smoke
Writing to no one, sleeping with the hours
And sighing for a thousand things
So tired, ignoring your words about a new girl
Watching flirtations with whispered conversations
These girls, they don't know how they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
These girls, I'm getting old just by being 'round them
They're breaking the future, I'll never hold again
So blue, I'm scratching at nothing
The tighter you hold him the stronger he gets
Inside I'm spinning my lesson
Lipstick and perfume and fanciful speech
My suitcase is packed by the door
In case he comes crawling like he did before
Baby come get me, don't you look over there
And these girls, they don't know how they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
And these girls, I'm getting old just by being 'round them
They're breaking the future, I'll never hold again
And these girls, if I had my chance
Oh, I'll find a way to spell it out in the night
And these girls, it's dangerous
It's not their fault but I'm so tired of being nice
Anywhere that I go, they appear before me
And everybody who knows I'm addicted to the object of their eyes
And these girls, well they don't know that how they kill me down
Whenever they hold his hand
These girls, I'm getting old just by being 'round them
They're breaking the future, I'll never hold again
And these girls, if I had my chance
Oh, I'd find a way to spell it out in the night
And these girls, it's dangerous, oh yeah
It's not their fault but I'm so tired of being nice