Red

I saw you looking for a light,

Face painted cigarette white.

You asked the cleanest boy you found;

You couldn't see me turned around.

His fingers stretched across your empty gaze,

But I just can't escape.

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As the red fades from your wrinkled dress,

A picture of the people you've opressed,

Hangs on a wall around here;

Vision starts to crawl when I'm near.

And the evening waits,

While you get caught up to your own mistakes,

Made up of different lines,

I wouldn't want to keep in my mind.

I wondered why you'd come around,

Remembering your little girl frown.

Your answers kept the crowd at bay,

With compliments unwilling to pay.

I have some things I'd like to say to you,

But they just can't be true.

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