There was this girl in my class She never really spoke We would just sit there, we would just joke The bags in her eyes The blank in her stare Always asking "who?" But never really "where?" I saw her last week by the crack motel Standing by the phone And you know I could tell What she's up to Was it our fault? That's what it seems Kids so damn young Can be so fucking mean I knew deep down We could have stopped you from this But all I know is that we were just kids That only know that bad shit happens from after school specials Your mom and you dad Couldn't take you away Things are much different now And we have to say 11: 30 at night She stumbles across the street A far cry from plaid skirts and pleats That you wore back then In '87 when We thought You could never be bought