Lip Gloss and Black

Yeah!

If I gave you pretty enough words

Could you paint a picture of us that works

With emphasis on function, rather than design?

Aren't you tired?

'Cause I will carry you

On a broken back and blown-out knees

I have been where you are for a while

Aren't you tired of being weak?

Such rage that you could scream

All the stars right out of the sky

And destroy the prettiest, starry night

Every evening that I die

I am exhumed

Just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold

I am exhumed

Just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold

I am exhumed

Just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold

I am exhumed

Just a little less human

(Just a little less human, and so much more)

(Just a little less human, and so much more)

(I'm exhumed, just a little less human and so much more)

(So much more, just a little less human, I'm exhumed)

(A lot more bitter, and so much more, I'm exhumed, a lot more bitter)

(And so much more, lot more bitter, I'm exhumed, and so much)

After all these images of pain

Have cut right through you

I will kiss every scar and weep

You are not alone

Then I'll show you that place

In my chest where my heart

Still tries to beat

It still tries to beat

Aren't you tired of being weak?

Such rage that you could scream

All the stars right out of the sky

And destroy the prettiest, starry night

Every evening that I die

Live, love, burn, die

Live, love, burn, die

Live, love, burn, die

Live, love, burn, die