Blood red lips traced with a tongue they shine. Cut through a crowded room. A look can say a lot sometimes. So I take all my past attractions and project on you.
One of these days, girl, you're gonna wake up. And I won't be there to break your fall or brush you off. When you come back down, no, I won't. . Would it kill you to show a little soft side?.
I feel her slipping away, I've done the best that I can. There's nothing more left to say, well, it's over. I call her friend for advice, she says I'm sorry.