your specialty is not eroticism
i guess your boyfriend's into masochism
your body temperature is ten below. when it's over
it's over. this me-myself is just a game you play
you do exactly what your parents say
if that's identity then bird can't blow. when it's over
it's over. all those books up on your shelf. did they teach you how to cure yourself?
not even sigmund freud
can save you from the love you destroyed
it wasn't hard to make that big decision
my life with you was like a bad collision
just like a river
now i'm free to flow. when it's over
it's over.