Boats, ropes, I will cut your throat, you hoped that I would never know, but now I know, lying six feet underground

You choked, on forbidden hope, I groped, I reached out for that hope, and now it’s gone, and it’s nowhere to be found

I will go out with strangers

I will go out with strangers

I will go out with strangers

I will go out with strangers

And oh, I’m bored, I wish I’d never come, my social chord, is waiting to be strum and now it’s strum, I’ll never see my friends again

Your boat, no longer afloat, I poked, I poked and poked and poked and then it sunk, and you’re all gonna drown

I will go out with strangers

I will go out with strangers

I will go out with strangers

I will go out, oh yes I will