It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs
The more likely the chance, that I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive
I share my bed with a bad brain, spilt ash, and cum stains almost every night
I'll find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life

Oh you know, you're wasting away, you're wasting your days
Oh you know, you're wasting away, you're wasting your days