Cover yourself with everything you can
Just to walk outside
Buried inside an artificial tent
With everything to hide
I m positive this can t be
This can t be right
January s cold, but February s colder
I can t stand to hold her (I can t stand to hold)
I m a little older, I wish that I had told her
January s cold, February s colder
I can t stand to hold her (I can t stand to hold)
Cut yourself free, please abandon me
Before things get really bad
Things are really bad.
Cut yourself free, please abandon me.
Don t blame yourself for my curiosity
I swear it s not your fault
Trial and error, tragedy
These bitter tears I swear they re filled with salt
I m positive this cant be
This can t be right