Sometimes I sit on the couch
Stare at the clock
And wonder 'bout his arms
Does he have wrists?
Does he cut them?
When he gets sad, does he take it like a man?
It's so hard, and it's so cold here
And I'm so tired
I've had a bit to drink and I feel kinda wired
I'm dirty and sick
I think I took my temperature
It says I'm hot, hot, hot
I kissed you but I didn't mean it
Anyway
I think I like you a lot
But it's so hard, and it's so cold here
And I'm so tired
I've had too much and I feel kinda wild
I'm nothing and you're no one
And really that's okay
I'm nothing and you're no one
And really that's all I can say
Woah
Woah
Woah
