Bradley comes home from school
He looks happier today than any other day
He won't go out with me

I don't care if i never see his face
Sometimes i wanna get out of here


Everyone's talking about you
Behind the gym, they're sharing cigarettes
Drinking beer out of !@%!e-cans

They're saying "what a waste"
You must have been lonely
Tearing down pacific coast highways


Bradley, bradley
I think you got away

Bradley, bradley
Oh, i think you got away


Someone found a blue board
Twisted up glass all around
There was a girl with you

Nobody knew her

Your stepdad was called in

To say he recognized you
Everyone knew you
They said it was a waste

Said it was a waste

Bradley, bradley

I think you got away
Bradley, bradley
I think you got away


Everyone's back where they started
No-one wants to talk about it

This dares to say
You weren't here