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

Whispered conversations

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

So blue, I'm scratching at nothing

The tighter you hold him, the stronger he gets

Inside I'm spinning, my lesson

Lipstick & 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 knows I'm addicted

to the object of their eyes

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

So tired of being nice

So tired, so tired of being alone...