Up in a room, waiting for word to come
that she hasn’t seen the last romance
In a green-silken gown and her Mother’s gold locket she lies upon the bed
hoping he’s somewhere and out there he’s dead
and not at the gym, dancing with Emily Veers
If they should kiss, they’d no longer be friends
Carved in her flesh ‘cause it’s permanent
are words she’d regret revealing to him

“You’re all I got.”
“You’re all I got.”

Climbing the walls and clicking her heals
she’ll settle for a bath and those little round pills

He was last seen wiping the sweat from his brow
at the gym dancing with Emily Veers
His face was buried where the hair meets her shoulders
He’d suffer through every kiss
but every kid suffers ‘til they know what pain is
And she hates razor-blades, needles, and pills of all kinds
and green-silken gowns and lockets of gold
misery, though none has she known
and she’ll leave this world being told

“You’re all I got.”
“You’re all I got.”

Crossing his heart and kissing her lips
youth is a joke that nobody gets ‘til it’s gone