Cayan

How could you let her touch you?
In a place you didn't want touched.
How could you let her get so close to you?
That she could kiss your neck.
And kiss it gently.

How could you take her number from her?
When you met her in that bar.
How could you offer her a drink?
And then the front seat of your car.
And kiss her gently.
And kiss her hard.

How could you lie to me right to my face?
How could your best friend's ex-girlfriend's
younger sister's mate, know before I did?
Before I did...

How could you string me along for so long?
For just over eleven months.
How could I be so stupid and sublime?
You know I think I had a hunch.
About this anyway.
About this whole thing.
About this girl.

I thought that it was just a phase.
You were so distant and so cold...
I thought that it was just your age.
And the fear of getting old...
You acted different.
You were so different.
You were impatient.

And you lied to me right to my face.
And your best friend's ex-girlfriend's
younger sister's mate, knew before I did
Before I did.

Cause if you run into the eye of the storm
To get round the back
You better hit the floor.
Cause screaming.
No, I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore.
Until your eyes and your mouth is sore.
Doesn't help anyone.
Doesn't do anything.
But you'd do something else.
If you only could.

And I wish I could grow up.
Wish I could be well behaved.
But every time I look him in the eye.
I send him to the grave.
And that pretty, pretty girl.
With her nice neat lips
With your eyes on her chest.
And your hands on her hips.

This itch, this burn.
This pain, this strain.
Dealing, turned out.
That we don't need to.
Help it go away.
So that's what.
Leaving me.
The gift you gave him.