When everything is closed and your friends are with their mamas.
The bluest cola down. And the girl with cat-eye glasses.
Pink little sweaters and dear devil letters.
The snow [bad word] down and down.
Something like a little tear.
From the boy named Vladimir.
Feeling O so lonesome, knowing that she'll [bad word] 
The radio is playing strings and what do you know, it's an adagio.
Last night's tattoo was a picture of you.
Don't go pushing me cuz I'm an angel in the snow.
The bottles are all empty.
There's no more river left to go.
So drive me far away, keeping Pathetique in tune.
Fifty six dollars away from you.
The snow [bad word] down and down something like a little tear.
From the boy named Vladimir.
Feeling O so lonesome, knowing that she'll [bad word] 
The radio is playing strings and what do you know, it's an adagio.
He spelled your name wrong.
He scribbled [bad word] 
The blue light was lit.
Forever damned in writ.