Tell Me Where You Are

The touch of her hand and the smell of her hair as you make out in her car
It’s the look on her face as you walk her back home
It’s the horrible truth that no one could know
But that girl you like
Will find out what you did
To that girl with your friends in that basement
You’ll make her sick
You woke up bleeding on a concrete floor
And you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore
So you cry and you hurt
And you ache and you beg to be more than just good friends
If the way that she feels all alone in that house
When she fought you and ran
But shes over it now
But that girl you like
Will find what you did
To that girl with your friends in her basement
You’ll make her sick
The touch of her hand and the smell of hair
As you make out in her car