Cover yourself with everything you can 
just to walk outside.
Buried inside an artificial tan with everything to hide
positive this can't be, this can't be right 
positive this can't be, 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 
Well January's cold and February's colder
but I can't stand to hold her anymore 
Cut yourself free 
please abandon me 
before things get really bad
things get really bad 
cut yourself free 
please abandon me 
Don't blame yourself for my curiosity 
I swear it's not your fault 
a trial and error tragedy 
with these bitter tears 
I swear they're filled with salt 
positive this can't be right
this can't be right
positive this can't be right
this can't be right