You can crumple us up,
and throw us away...

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

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

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

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

I drive away,
hands trembling...

"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...

It was hard, and it took time.
To get somewhere that felt more right...

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

It hurts to know that your words are unheard,
Your feelings unmentioned...