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