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...