old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know

never know of the body
that is a map
with veins like streets
and curves like mountains

it's all yours
yet the other guys don't seem to care
i guess we can't afford to

old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know

never know of the head
that spins around
like a bottle at a slumber party
everytime he's there
and you're not

still you've got me
but you don't kiss me like the other boys do
or at all

old lover
i hope it kills you to know
that you never will know