My legs are made of paper when you touch me like you used to
And I can feel you breaking off
Just forget about the way you loved me
Laying on the rug and dreaming
My bare skin is teeming with such disgust
Mayday, mayday. I've cut the cord.
I had some friends, but not no more.
I'm trying harder, I'm doing my best.
But I can't forget the shape of her dress.