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