Precious Things

Another day I'm wasting time,
Now I can't kiss your lips again,
I feel so sick,
Nowhere to go, no time to spend,
And nothing to say,
To you.

I'm always masturbating,
Cause my right hand is my partner,
Something's wrong with ordinary,
But this time is precious thing for me.

I was sick of feeling down,
So I'm just roaming around my house,
Without an aim,
She will not come back,
She is gone far away,
2000 miles,
From me

I'm always masturbating,
Cause my right hand is my partner,
Something's wrong with ordinary,
But this time is precious thing for me.

I'm always masturbating,
Cause my right hand is my partner,
Something's wrong with ordinary,
But this time is precious thing for me,
Precious things for me,
Precious things for me.