It's a dark scary place, the look on your face,
has been erased, and maybe it's hate, or my thoughts are a waste.
All I can chase is your haste through the days,
and nothing will replace the taste that you make.
But I'll hold onto you, I'll never release, but please,
don't tease if you don't want to stay, just say
"Hey, I'm not in the mood, I don't mean to be rude,
but let's go into town and go get some food."
I see how it is, you don't wanna kiss, just go somewhere public.
Where if I rub it, someone will hover it, and you won't love it.
You'll see your friends, and go talk to them,
they'll say "What about him?" and she'll look at me like it's the end.
I'll say "All right, girl, you ready to go home?"
And for the millionth time she'll reply "Yeah, sorry we couldn't be alone."

She's sorry, she always is,
afraid to live in my kiss.
If that's how she wants to be,
she won't get a complaint from me.
I can tell it from her tone,
that she just wants to be alone.

I know she loves me, she's told me before, but there's more,
to this girl than a used-to-be-whore.
She's made some life changes, some physical, some mental.
Her car, her job, no longer a snob, changed to a NO.2 pencil.
No more daisy dukes, to tennis shoes from boots,
died her roots and even in basketball, the way she shoots.
The way she walks, no longer likes jocks, that's why she likes me.
Now just plain white socks, from ice cream to corn stalks, can't you see?
She's forgetting her past, and when I ask, about that stranger,
that put her in danger, she laughs, but I know the pain lasts.
Not from personal experience, but from those I know.
She's urbanal delirious, from those hoes of which she used to roll.
Her head is clear, her dreams are fake.
That man she fears, his nightmares keep her awake.
I run in her room, in her eyes I see doom, my attempt to comfort her blown.
When she wipes the tears, lays down and whispers in my ear,
"I just want to be alone."

She's sorry, she always is,
afraid to live in my kiss.
If that's how she wants to be,
she won't get a complaint from me.
I can tell it from her tone,
that she just wants to be alone.

She's alone in a world without acceptance,
She's alone in a world with deceptive practice.
She's alone in a world that doesn't care.
She's so alone that she's deadly impaired.