Ten hang-ups in one minute,
could feel he wasn't into it...

There was the one with blue hair,
wasn't there...

Love is not...
Secret meetings in dark places...

Turned out to be the deepest cut I'd ever had,
that never even bled...

Hiding beneath the skin that we see,
The real thing is black...

How I am forgetting you,
pieces of me dying...

I drive away,
hands trembling...

A final gush of frosty air
sweeps you away into the night...

Take me far from here,
where the people are cold...

"Skinny", she said, "that I'd like...
Pulls out the magazine...

Laughter, smiling, feeling and fun,
Love has just begun...

She hears them in the halls.
So soft, she barely does...