Red lipstick, but let's get realistic
You ain't Marilyn, the shade of red
that you would call again
A princess sittin' on the
A self -shot artist in the bathroom,
that's where you make your collages
I'm the farthest -reaching planet
from the star where you are standing
but dammit, this ain't how I planned it
The hardest part of breaking up
is first foot on the granite
Shadow nights, shadow days
Teach me how to live with all this
The person that I hated the most
Black zipper putty in the
And the lights are flashing,
and the city's like non -stop
And you're driving back and forth,
I'll be in the back of the bar,
taking shots to the head like Ong Bok
Put another quarter in the juke,
cause I don't wanna let this song stop
This goes out to the young hearts
that aren't right in some spots
That blow up like sunspots,
and leave you with blood clots
who think they can play my heart strings
Shadow nights, shallow days
Shadow nights, shadow days
Teach me how to live without