a girl i know

she

she's a memory

in the minds of guys

she doesn't know

know her

she's

behind there foreheads

doing deeds

she's never done before

and her worlds a blur

her worlds a blur about her

the girls not green

she's got no clue

they're whispering about her

she's got no clue

she's never quite sure what to do

with her hands

in social

situations

she

she seems so well liked

but friends are few

and hardly friends at all

and she's

so sick of herself sometimes

leaves her stomach

inside a bathroom stall

she never quite knows what to do

with her hands

in private

situations

and her worlds a blur

her worlds a blur about her

the girls not green

but she's got no clue

they're whispering about her

she's got no clue

she's never quite sure what to do

but she is the what

they are the matter

she is the glass

they are the shatter

she is the dawn

they are the saturday

that never made it home

she

she hates dinner dates

and getting to know you

at awkward intervals

and her worlds a blur

her worlds a blur about her

the girls not green

she's got no clue

they're whispering about her

she's got no clue

she's never quite sure what to do

with her hands

she's never quite sure what to do

with her hands

in casual

situations