Wet

All alone in my bedroom
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
I know it's over still I cling on
'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste
And your smoking gun

It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
Till I run dry

It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, but
This wouldn't be the first or last time that
Both my tears and I have come

It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you keep me wet
Till I run dry

My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
From not letting go
And letting go could be orgasmic
But I guess I wouldn't know

It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
Till I run dry