I'll never come back here, I'll never see this again.
It doesn't come full circle, it won't come back around again.

Connect the dots, paint by numbers, don't waste your time.
Fill in the blanks, it isn't real, it's only in your mind.

Everyone I've known, everything I've done, everywhere I've been, every time I've cum.
Anyone I've met, anything I've seen, anyone I've loved, it isn't what it seems.

Connect the dots.

Will I come back here? Will I see this again? Is this my last dance? Where the fuck have I been?

Connect the dots.

Is this a one way ticket? I'm afraid that is so. Just to love and be loved, is all that we know.