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

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

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

We were both playing the same game,
and both trying to win it...

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

I drive away,
hands trembling...

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

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

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

Man with the white as sheet skin,
Who judges the ones black as night...

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

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