am I made of plastic? am I made of sand? am I made of pieces of a broken hand? am I beautiful or worthless? like there ever was a difference I will paint
Friendship never meant so much Until I stumbled across an old letter. You marked it with a kiss I could still smell you as if you were right there
The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made
Sparkle Lipstick Oh God, it's got to be time for this Moving close for that very first kiss Your sparkle lipstick Your sparkle lipstick Your sparkle
Oh dear, could this be true? It's all lie's we've told The minds of such devilish boys Your dreams bought and sold Give me those bright blue eyes And
I get home late but I can't sleep No message on my machine The red light eyes me knowingly And from the note left on my door I know that I shouldn't call
You're turning, yeah I think you're really turning now You're moving under the clouds in a Dior gown You're moving, yeah I think you're really moving
Kiss me on the way up Kick me when I fall down Under the radar Stick me in the lost and found Lipstick and bruises Up and down This is what you always
Hello anger its me I've been calling almost an hour I left a message on your machine Yeah, well I guess you're out Heard a black guy got killed today
God's electrician sparked up the heavens once again Heading northbound on the 7:10 And the Lord said let there be commuters Talking pension plans medicals
I have been looking for loose change Down behind the armchair seat I've been propping up this coffee cup Looking down, down into the street And I
Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold And I've been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn So I take a deep breath inwards and
They're piling bodies up on the plains All of the strangers with so many claims and All that hope served as a warning Now they're falling like dominoes
Beauty is skin deep And mine's not even that You broke through, I couldn't touch you And you left me shaking on the concrete ground Its funny how
Hey, looks like sleep is here Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and The traffic has stopped for the minute at least We lie like a symphony
Keep me again at arms length All I hear is your heart, you know baby It never shuts up And its all right This heart is on fire Just save your own
They're coming with their stories and they're coming with their wine They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign They're mapping every
I'm sitting here like statistics Amid teenage pregnancies and misfits Plotting my uncertain chart And the constant of our frequency The graph that