Take the broken heart and stitch it up with some tears
Blush it up, dress it up and put it on ice, it keeps us cold
Frozen your lips turn lullabies numb
You're laughing melodies in time with heartbreak and rhyme
Don't go blowing me a kiss
'Cause you'll see it break down in all its elegance
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up for her own fashion parade
Biting your lip and I know
You are faking it, you are hating it
Writing another lipstick letter, painting our script, you're the artist
Red for the love, white for the lies, black the clichés, I'll see it in your eyes
Brush in some red, sketch in some blue, picture perfect, me and you
Don't forget the title, "Inventing Tragedy in Black and White"
Don't go blowing me a kiss
Cos' you'll see it break down in all its elegance
Like a model wearing the wrong make-up for her own fashion parade
Biting your lip, I know your faking it
Letting it bleed, I know you're hating it
Painting my tragedy, singing my tragedy
But would you blow me a kiss?
At the bottom of your letters
All of my love
All of my hate
All of my love
There's no melody that fits with drop-dead gorgeous
Your name doesn't fit with the chorus or a line from her song,
But she's singing your tragedy, and her lipstick stains, me and you
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.