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...