She's a livewire She's that little thing you can't recall Does it mean nothing to you? She's a white-liar She's a sharp knife; cuts through it all Oh If you only knew It was love, it was real, it was not enough Couldn't help but to find yourself caught up Bit more than you could chew And though the things you say Don't matter anyway She left that boy When we were seventeen So wait If I told you Things would never really work out fine Would you ever see the way that it would fall in line? And I know it hurts to watch it all crash at once Well it's nothing to me Didn't you notice Did you feel tension in the air When she walked into the room What you didn't say Wouldn't matter anyway She sits and stares Alone at twenty-three So wait If I told you Things would never really work out fine Would you ever see the way that it would fall in line? And I know it hurts to watch it all crash at once Well it's nothing to me So wait If I told you Things would never really work out fine Would you ever see the way that it would fall in line? And I know it hurts to watch it all crash at once Well it's nothing to me She's a livewire She's a little thing you can't recall Does it mean nothing to you So wait If I told you Things would never really work out fine Well it's nothing to me