I don't know which way I'm facing when the lights are down
I don't know which path I'm taking cause they all look the same now
An old friend taught me that, an old friend forgot my favorite color and my date of birth
I learned from when I hid behind the seams
Right behind the ethanol still clinging to my teeth
I kinda like it when he makes mistakes
I kinda like it when she plays them games, gives me a reason to win
I didn't want you back around here, tight fist
Eyes flinch, want you back around here, I kept on running
I continue to sin, I see Jesus when I'm running
And he laughs 'cause I'm an atheist
Put honey in my back pocket, hands on my mouth
Don't wake up the back prophet, hands in my mouth
I still wanna suffer for a little while
All mine longs to suffer for a little while
If I cry about you, about love
I'll only ruin my make-up
Ruin my make-up
If I cry about you, about love
I'll only ruin my make-up
Ruin my make-up
It's bad enough as it is
Pour the brandy down the sink
There's heaven in your name, I am there for a drink
I cannot give you any more of me, no, that would be forsaken
Get down on your hands and knees, pretend I'm Satan
And it's cold in the summer, I'll lend you my jumper
And I'll lend you my ego and we can play the Beatles
And we'll forget how many cars pass by and we can
Just dance and maybe I'll lie and say that
I do not love you, and big boys don't cry
So maybe you will say you gotta leave, it's only quarter till nine
But then I'll let you go, I let you go
'Cause you'll be back tomorrow
If I cry about you, about love
I'll only ruin my make-up
Ruin my make-up
If I cry about you, about love
I'll only ruin my make-up
Ruin my make-up
If I cry about you, about love
I'll only ruin my make-up
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