She was right to be polite when he said he knew everything
When is everything wasn't anything at all
She was blind, had a sound mind and knew he was sensitive
So she let him jibber-jabber deep into the evenin'
Holding her breath, he took insult instead
As if no reply meant that it was time to leave.
The hurt in his eyes came as no big surprise
So she walked away
She'll walk away into his arms
She'll hide awake - don't be mistaken
Burning words in his mouth - like a bird fleeing south
Like a cold with no cure - left feeling impure
A boy with a brain - just healing his pain
And it's good
With a world so unsure
And words in the mirror
Reflecting his doubt, while kicking and pouting
Beating his brain, while feeling his pain
Is no good