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