Westfield Girls (are bad news)

Driving past these burning buildings So glad to leave this place behind What you thought of me it doesn't matter Because these problems are no longer mine I bet you thought you were the smart one To get the jump on this story You forgot it doesn't matter You simply fell too short of greater glory I wish you luck On finding out what friendship really is Massachusetts A place where smiles, deceptions Create a tranquil mist to hide your lies From witches past To which is present Well I could smell it from a hundred miles If you think that You're affecting anyone The pity well's gone dry I wish you luck On finding out what friendship really is Massachusetts A place where smiles, deceptions Create a tranquil mist to hide your lies And I never wanted this And I never realized That the things I wanted most Were right in front of my eyes