Wet-Dazey and The Scouts

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 They're 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 'Til 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 They're 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 'Til I run dry Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh 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, ooh It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet 'Til I run dry Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh