Side-Swiped (extended mix)

Side-swiped

His stare is blank

It's half past eleven

An uneven nite-call

Past exit seven

Intersections come and go

From him to her, I don't know

He brushed his hand along my thigh

I looked at him and thought I'd died

At a glance, I'm just not sure

Keep your distance

I've been side-swiped

Side-swiped

Sitting down, I catch my breath

Vinyl coverings, there's no rest

Glass panes with fingerprints

I call your bluff

And then I'm side-swiped

Touching things, touched by others

Makes me scared, makes me wonder

Could it be another dare

And once again

I've been side-swiped

Side-swiped