I'm still dirty with his fingertips clenched around my hips.

and I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

well, it's been a while since we've been together

(maybe it'll happen again)

and his lips are still embossed on my forehead.

no matter how hard I try and destroy my own skin

(just to forget)

I'll never get rid of the memory of his.


it's going good for me, got a girl, got a boy,

got a life heading to hell. well, that's just what I asked for.

I'm the girl next door and he's gonna come

knocking again

(just not soon enough)