there was this girl in my cla** 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 f**ing 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 sh** 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