It seems like nothing long or sharp Enough to press on your wet heart Little girl somehow was struck so wide Don't think she's dry behind the eyes Stiff-walking like a seeing eye Your hand too dry to hold What disappointed you To make you act so old? She doesn't like to compare scars I shrug and say "It's your wet heart." She wants to be a mystery I'm sorry there's no way to be I guess I'll go on wondering If she was hiding anything