The boy with the smile and the curls doesn't smile like he used to
Neither would you if you'd been through what he went through with her
The drink and fighting, the fighting and drinking
The quitting, restarting, the snarling and spitting
When I ask him if he still loves her he doesn't reply
I offer him money, escape maps, bus tickets
He asks why are you so kind to me? I say I just can't stick it
To see anyone so hurt, to see hurt
So hurt, so hurt
And all my thoughts still move at their glacial pace
The pieces finally drift into place
Can't hold his gaze,???
And that's how I know he's not long for this town
Not long for this town
Not long for this town