You were just a little kid
Playin just for fun
I know just what you did
I won't tell anyone
Now would you say you're sorry
Come meet me at our street
At the bottom of the hill
At the place where you hurt me
Broken glass and breezeways
The hardwood and dead bunnies
Pathologize the victim
Did you always find it funny
I've seen that look before
I just didn't see it coming