When I Get Home, You're So Dead

The words are coming, I feel terrible Is it typical for us to end like this? Am I just another scene from a movie that you've seen one hundred times? 'Cause baby, you weren't the first or the last or the worst And I've got to fill the blanks in this past with a verse We could sit around and cry, but frankly you're not worth it anymore So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time And baby I understand that you're making new friends, this is how you get by The moral this time is, girls make boys cry, and I On any other day we'd shoot the boy But your simple toy had caused a scene like this Leave him hanging on the walls Just a picture in the hall like a hundred more (like a hundred more) Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips Hope he's leaving you empty baby, this is just a fix For such a simple little whore So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time And baby I understand that you're making new friends, this is how you get by The moral this time is, girls make boys cry And your name remains the same All that has changed is this pretty face (and your name) So pull the trigger, it never gets closer (remains) You want to start over, never start over (the same) Pull the trigger, it never gets closer (all that has changed) You want to start over, but never start over (is this pretty face) So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that you're under Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time And baby I understand that you're making new friends, this is how you get by The moral this time is, girls make boys cry, and I Say hello, say hello Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time And baby I understand that you're making new friends, this is how you get by The moral this time is, girls make boys cry, yeah