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
(just not soon enough)