On a Train to Copley Square

Walking towards the stop
Near the corner that you lost your temper at
Like stars your arms were crossed
As you shouted I was wrong and turned your back
You left me for the subway
As the foreign city skies faded to black

Headed down the steps
To the platform at the end of the line
There's a tightening in my chest
And a pounding in my head
It fills my mind
The bruises on my heart are hard to see
But on my arms they show up fine

Oh so hollow
Oh nowhere to go

Sitting by the window
Watching all the people in the dark
You always said it was my fault
That your friends are all but gone
'Cause people talk
And good girls they keep quiet
Even when they feel like crying out so far

Oh so hollow
Oh nowhere to go

Getting off the train
No, I don't know why I came to this old church
In the center of the park
As I'm clutching at the heart under my shirt
Maybe part of me is hoping that I'll see you on the street
But part of me is terrified of the person that I'd see
Most of me is praying
That the next time, maybe it won't hurt
Maybe it won't hurt