She's got a bruise the shape of Texas by her eye
Way too blue for red blonde to disguise
It won't shape like California on her cheek
The thought of how it got there leaves me weak
I watch her in the check out line
These thoughts are racing through my mind
I bet he's sorry every time
Maybe I'm wrong
I don't wanna be right
Maybe she doesn't scream at night
Maybe I'm reading into this
A book I don't know wеll
Maybe I should shut my mouth
But I just wanna cry out loud
Get away from him
Pack up and run like hеll
But then again
Maybe she fell
Her stitches look like tiny railroad tracks
I hope they take her far away from him and fast
She catches me staring and turns away
And pulls her hair a little closer to her face
I wanna tell her it's okay
She doesn't have to live this way
But he walks in
What can I say?
Maybe I'm wrong
I don't wanna be right
Maybe she doesn't scream at night
Maybe I'm reading into this
A book I don't know well
Maybe I should shut my mouth
But I just wanna cry out loud
Get away from him
Pack up and run like hell
But then again
Maybe she fell
He takes her change out of her hand
And says you take too long
She sees me slip my number in her sack
And suddenly they were gone
Maybe I'm wrong
I don't wanna be right
Maybe she doesn't scream at night
Maybe I'm reading into this
A book I don't know well
Maybe she'll finally figure out
Life shouldn't have to be about
Keeping painful secrets to yourself
That's when maybe she'll tell, oh no
Maybe she fell
Oh, it's so hard to tell
