All alone in my bedroom
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
I know it′s over, still I cling on'Cause I′m my own right-hand girl
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste
And your smoking gun
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh, I can′t help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
′Til I run dry
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
Where I′m all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me
'Cause I′m six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, but
This wouldn′t be the first or last time that
Both my tears and I have come
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh, I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you keep me wet
′Til I run dry
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
From not letting go
And letting go could be orgasmic
But I guess I wouldn′t know
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh, I can′t help if thinking about you only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
