Your Visits Are Getting Shorter

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
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 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