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,
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs!
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' 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...
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs.
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry,
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet!
'Til I run dry...
Oh, oh-oh-oh
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, ooh...
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes,
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs..
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry.
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet!
'Til I run dry...
Oh, oh-oh-oh...