No Sale

The wind was chilled as we sat on the steps,
I could see the vapor form from your breath.
Well, your lips were red and your skin so pale,
But your cash register read no sale, well...
The moon was set against deep blue sky,
A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light,
The stillness of the air and the fading twilight,
If I died here tonight, you know it really wouldn't matter at all.
We've known each other since the first grade,
When I pushed you down and white-washed your face,
Well, we were playing the king of the hill, yeah,
We'd start an avalanche and see who fell, well...
There I was standing on that hill when
The other kids came in for the kill,
Then something hit my head, I was rendered unconscious,
If I died on that hill, to you, it really wouldn't matter.
Some people say that I just don't get it,
In fact you said it yourself. (Hey hey!)
I've heard some say that I can't take a hint, and
Others say that I should seek help, yeah well...
You left a trail of footprints in the sand as
You started running as fast as you can, well
I'll never know why I make you wanna vomit or
When I call you up you tell me to stop it. Well...
The moon was set against deep blue sky,
A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light,
The stillness of the air and the fading twilight,
If I died here tonight, you know, it really wouldn't matter at all.
Matter at all, matter at all.