Quicks

I still remember the first time I saw you
At Quicks Beach
Smothered by the people that surround you
You can't breathe
Boys in the back of the truck
Laughing how they got some luck
With a girl who can't even talk
Why's that funny?
Make sure you're back by 4 o'clock
To a mother that you barely talk to
Your room is full of tissue
From those red cheeks

You can't recall
Where it went wrong

Still feel so small
And it looks so tall

We hardly talk
And it's all my fault