Your Visits Are Getting Shorter

I can see it in your eyes now You have come to resent me Condescension In the silence Your fingers are tired, girl How they falter against my thigh Your kisses are pining For the lips of someone else Your visits getting shorter Your heart is getting further from me Your touch is getting colder Away somewhere you need to be Boys in blue blazers Boys on motorbikes B-B-B-Boys in your maths class Who'll do anything you ask You're pulling the trigger And the gun is in my mouth A subtle annoyance Laced with disgust When you get older And those boys grow tired of you You can come find me, I could never hate you Your visits getting shorter Your heart is getting further from me Your touch is getting colder Away somewhere you need to be Boys on your left side Boys on your right B-B-Boys by your locker Who'll do anything you ask Let's spend the whole day in bed then 'Cause if we don't, you'll want to, want to leave I try to hold something I can I try to hold something I can never keep Your visits getting shorter Your heart is getting farther from me Your touch is getting colder Away somewhere you need to be Boys on your left side Boys on your right B-B-B-Boys by your locker Who'll do anything you ask