Bradley comes home from school
He looks happier than any other day
He won t go out with me
I don t care if I never see his face

Sometimes I want to get out of here.

Everyone s talking about you behind the gym.
They re sharing cigarettes,
Drinking beer out of coke cans,
They re saying what a waste,
You must have been loaded
Tearing down Pacific Coast Highway.

*Bradley,
I think you got away.

Someone found a blue Ford
Twisted up and glass all around.
There was a girl with you.
Nobody knew her.

Your step dad was called in
to say he recognized you.
Everyone knew you
And said it was a waste.

(Chorus 2X)

Everyone s back where they started,
No one wants to talk about it.
This desk says you were here.