The words are coming I feel terrible Is it typical for us to act like this Am I just another scene From a movie that you've seen 100 times Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse And we could sit around and cry but frankly your not worth it Anymore So say hello to all the boys at the top of this table that your under Lipstick lullabies This is sorry for the last time And baby I understand that your making new friends This is how you get by The moral this time is Girls make boys cry On any other day I'd shoot the boy But your simple toy Had caused a scene like this Leave him hanging on the walls Just a picture in the hall Like 100 more Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix For such a simple little whore And your name remains the same All that has changed is this pretty face So pull the trigger It never gets closer You want to start over But never start over