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 terror 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.