Brian Paone

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(lyrics by: Brian Paone & Christine Kelley)

When I woke up and you weren't there I cried
Slashing through the dark street lights shined
Nothing gold can stay polished for long
Everything you told me, everything was wrong

You left your lipstick on the table
I washed my hair of all other men
You let the sun fall on your feet
I made sure I smashed this bottle of rain
Sins shatter on the floor
Reminding me of home
But the idiots still danced
But the idiots still danced
But the idiots still danced
But the idiots still danced

Fuck, fuck, fuck (Who do I think I am)
All bitter and twisted
Lying and ransacking
Claiming your life as my own
Don't want to be happy being what I am

You took advantage of me after midnight
When I look around I find nothing is right
Maybe you fucked yourself all alone again
I don't give a shit, I'm the best fucking thing, a ten

What's the matter
Who do you hate
When did you go
Why the long face
What's the excuse
No no no no nothing

Fuck, fuck, fuck (Who do I think I am)
All bitter and twisted
Lying and ransacking
Claiming your life as my own
Don't want to be happy being what I am

Each corner a new level of decay
Eat sweet pathetic lies
Entertain an absence of faith
Flared beauty
Fuck you, goddess
Bitch, tart
Blazing, melting
Burning, fantastic paradise
Drastic, desperate
Ecstasy

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