Text: P. Hux. Red Eyeliner.

It doesn't take much, a book she never read
The last dress she wore, the first words we said
None of these things will ever define her
All they make me do is wear red eyeliner

It might take me down, it's gonna take me years
To turn every memory of her into tears
If that's the only way I can find her
I'm gonna have to live with my red eyeliner

If you don't want me to cry, show me we don't really die
If you don't want me to cry, show me we don't really die

She should've grown old, we never grew apart
If I love again I'll grow another heart
Whoever she is I'll need not remind her

If you don't want me to cry, show me we don't really die
If you don't want me to cry, show me we don't really die

It doesn't take much a book she never read
The last dress she wore, the first words we said
None of these things will ever define her
All they make me do is wear red eyeliner