She's a special girl you know, the kind I'd hope to see   Hanging on a wall, watching me cross the streets      I wonder how long it will be before I'm sick of her   And I no longer care where she goes or has been      'Cause she is the new thing, but she is the new thing   She is a new thing, but she is a new thing      She is a new thing   She is a new thing, another new thing   Feel my stomach sink as I curse my slow limbs   She is a new thing, always a new thing   Staring at her, ulterior girl      Once she had me on my knees, enamored with disease   Now, she fails to impress a different sickness   A different kind of sickness, lacking any interest      And I, sunk in apathy, totally absorbed in me   Sitting vacant on my own, my senses lying cold      She was a new thing, she was a new thing   She was a new thing, another new thing   Another new thing, another new thing      She was a new thing, another new thing   Feel my stomach sink as I curse my slow limbs   She was a new thing, always a new thing   Staring at her, ulterior girl   I cast myself into whatever she brings, another new      With sickness, it ends how it begins   First mine then hers and then the cycle blurs   And my actions reoccur through no fault of my own   Through no fault of my own, through no fault of my own   Through no fault of my own      Another new thing, another new thing   Another new thing, another new