I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you. I said "I like your shoes", you said "Thanks, can I follow you?". So, it's up the stairs and out the aim of prying eyes. I poured some wine, I asked your name, you asked the time.
Now it's 2 o'clock, the club is closed, we're up the block, your hand on me pressing hard against your jeans, your tongue in my mouth trying to keep the words from coming out, you didn't care to know who else might have been you before.
I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought he said he'd meet me here but I'm not sure. I've got the money if you got the time, you said "It feels good", I said "I'll give it a try".
Then my mind went dark, we both forgot where your car was parked. "Let's just take the train. I'll meet up with the band in the morning". Bad actors with bad habits, some sad singers they just play tragic. And the phone's ringing and the band's leaving, let's just keep touching, et's just keep singing.
I want a lover I don't have to love, I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk. Where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full. I need some meaning I can memorize, the kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
But you write such pretty words, but life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, then hurt me!