(ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ𝗓𐰁

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
            Till 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
            Till 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
            Till I run dry