Texty: The Hold Steady. Stay Positive. One for the Cutters.

When there weren't any parties she'd park by the quarry
Walk into the woods until she came to a clearing
Where townies would gather and drink until blackout
Smoke cigs 'til they're sick, pack bowls and then pass out

Windows wide open to let the hard rock in
This was the rage it didn't need much convincing
The girls gave her glares, but the boys were quite pleasant
To be totally honest, they didn't seem much different

When there weren't any parties
Some time she'd party with townies

Out on the parkways, after the parties
It was always arousing when they'd rev up their engines
It's hard to describe, so she kept it a secret
The girls that she lived with, they knew nothing about it

That night with the fire and the butterfly knife
Was the first night she spent with that one guy that she liked
She gave him a ride to some kid's house in Cleveland
He stayed there for two weeks, the cops finally found him

He didn't seem that different except for the blood on his jacket
He didn't seem that different except for maybe his haircut
He didn't seem much different

They didn't seem that different up until this one little incident
They didn't seem much different

Now the cops wanna question everyone present
They parade every townie in town to the station
But no one says nothing and they can't find the weapon
The girl takes the stand and swears she was with him
Her father's lawyers do most of the talking

She's sick of the questions, sick of the concept of justice and fairness
Who the hell who cares who gets caught in the middle
She smokes and she ponders this riddle

When one townie falls in the forest, can anyone hear it?
When one townie falls
When one townie falls in the forest does anyone notice?

One drop of blood on immaculate Keds
Mom don't know where her girl is
Sophomore accomplice in a turtleneck sweater
Dad do you know where your kids are?

Sniffing at crystal in cute little cars
Getting nailed against dumpsters behind townie bars
It's a cute little town with streets and cafes
The fronts all seem nice, she was getting good grades
But when she came home for Christmas
She just seemed distant and different