She
She is a memory
in the minds of guys
she doesn't know know her
She's
behind their foreheads
doing deeds
she's never done before

And her world's a blur
her world's a blur about her
The girl's not green
but she's got no clue
they're whispering
about her
she's got no clue
she's never quite sure what to do
with her hands
in public
situations

She
she seems so well liked
but friends are few
and hardly friends at all
She's
so sick of herself sometimes
leaves her stomach
inside a bathroom stall

She never quite knows what to do
with her hands
in private
situations

She's the what
They are the matter
She is glass
They are the shatter
She's the dawn
They are the Saturday
that never made it home

She
She hates dinner dates
getting to know you
at awkward intervals

She's never quite sure what to do
with her hands
in casual
situations