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 of view.
No prying eyes. I poured some wine.
I asked your name, you asked the time.
Now it's 2 o'clock. The club is closed and we are up the block.
Your hands are on me. I am pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tounge is in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out.
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl that is too sad to give a fuck.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet him here, but I'm not sure.
I got the money if you've 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 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.
Well, the phones ringing and the van is leaving.
Let's just keep touching. Let's just keep singing.

I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a boy who is so drunk he doesn't talk.
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I have a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seem to slip my mind.

But you write such pretty words.
But life is no storybook.
Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.

"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do. I do."
"Then hurt me."