i picked you out of a crowd and talked to you. said i like your shoes, you said thanks can i follow you? so it's up the stairs and out of view, no prying eyes i poured some wine. i asked your name, you asked the time...
it's 2 am, the club is closed we're up the block. your hands on me, i'm pressing hard against your jeans. your tongue is in my mouth trying to keep the words from coming out.
who else may have been you before..

I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck.

where's the kid with the chemicals? i thought he said to meet me here but i'm not sure. i got the money if you got the time. you said it feels good i said i'll give it a try... 

then my mind went dark.. we both forgot where your car was parked. so let's just take the train. i'll meet up with the band in the morning.

I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk.

bad actors and bad habits, some sad singers they just play tragic and the phone's ringing and the van's leaving but let's just keep touching... i got a hunger and i can't seem to get full. i need some meaning i can memorize, the kind i have always seems to slip my mind But You.........
You write such pretty words, but you know honey life's no storybook , love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.

'Do you like hurt?'
           - 'I do, I DO!'
'Then hurt me..'