C               Am
All alone in my bedroom
          Dm                        G
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
C           Am           Dm    G
I know it's over still I cling on
F                E
Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
Am                Dm
And I don't need anyone
   F                             G
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste

And your smoking gun


[Chorus]
F          G               C          Em    Am
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Dm          G               C      Em        Am
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
           Dm              G                 C    Em       Am
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
            F                          G    N.C.      C B Bb Am  F Dbmaj7
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y


[Short Instrumental]
C  B  Bb  Am  F  Dbmaj7


[Verse 2]
C                Am                  Dm            G
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
C               Am                 Dm                  G
Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me
F                   E            Am                 Dm
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone
    F
But this wouldn't be the first or last time that
G
Both my tears and I have come


[Chorus]
F          G               C          Em    Am
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Dm          G               C      Em        Am
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
           Dm              G                 C    Em        Am
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
            F                         G     N.C.      C B Bb Am  F Dbmaj7
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y


[Short Instrumental]
C  B  Bb  Am  F  Dbmaj7


[Bridge]
F            E                     Am
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
        Dm
I'm not letting go
F          E           Am
And letting go could be orgasmic
      Dm               F     G
But I guess I wouldn't know

N.c
(*Assorted carnal exclamations of thirst for Austin Corona*)


[Chorus]
F          G               C          Em    Am
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes
Dm          G               C      Em        Am
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs
           Dm              G                 C    Em       Am
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry
            F                         G     N.C.      C B Bb Am  F Dbmaj7
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y