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