cover yourself with everything you can just to walk outside    buried inside an artificial tan with everything to hide    positive this can't be right       well january's cold and february's colder    but i can't stand to hold her anymore    and now that i am older    i wish that i had told her       cut yourself free    please abandon me    before things get really bad    things get really bad      don't blame yourself for my curiosity i swear it's not your fault    a trial and error tragedy, these bitter tears i swear they're filled with salt    positive this can't be right