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lirik lagu lipstick – ellis evason

[ezra bell]
there were cigarette b*tts on the doorstep, a poem unread on the chair
the portraits you glare at and no*one to dance with; a closet of clothes you don’t wear
but i’d be caught dead in your skin, i’d offer you wagers i know i can’t win though i know you’re too wise to be ever convinced
i love you, i love you, i swear

[ellis evason]
i love you i swear but i don’t know if this fits right
i shouldn’t have to blow my rent to show you i care * wedding ring is just too tight
you always test me but not even i could best me
stuck between cool and fair, rolling my hands through your auburn hair
always sit back with an awkward stare but i’ve never been more sure
your melody’s complimenting my four chords and you look good in short shorts
but coming to bed’s like walking through mordor like you walking through more doors
stepping on eggsh*lls, like holding your pigtails, but it’s not really worth it

spending years to see if they’re dead tell, clearly not working
talking through thoughts like a speak and spell
send ’em all mental, awhirlin
and i was in rags when i met you, if i ran out of funds and jealous, i’m hitting the race course
knowin’ my song i could bet you and i’ve spent every day for the last year wonderin’ how i could get you
can you bring back the person i fell in love with? if your body would let you?
i’ve got my vices too; i’m kinda bored of repeating it
you were never the one to bring bread to the table but that never stopped you from eating it

another was stood in my spot and giving a lot, do you tickets to the part where you’re heating it?
would you want me to work on my body or would you go when i got fed up of keeping fit?
a tug of war only has one winner * i’m down for the taking
you’re not as suave as you think, i see through all the *rg*sms you’re faking
you’re riding on top of the stress and the pressure and sh*t that i’m caked in
need someone to crack open a window and hand me a fan, my brain is just baking
i’m hoping i can learn to forgive all the liberties taken
cus right now all i can see is the glaze and the tears you’re making * i can’t stop tasting your lipstick
[ezra bell]
there were cigarette b*tts on the doorstep, a poem unread on the chair
the portraits you glare at and no*one to dance with; a closet of clothes you don’t wear
but i’d be caught dead in your skin, i’d offer you wagers i know i can’t win though i know you’re too wise to be ever convinced
i love you, i love you, i swear

[ellis evason]
i could still taste your lipstick don’t ‘member being optimistic
it must be a sick trick, we had something holy; you made it all twisted * i remember what i saw
i must’a looked like an eyesore. pourin’ my heart in a chilled glass; did you want a drink with that ice, or?
shall i just leave it? i just got used to peeling the facades away, was i jack or king to your queen?
don’t have a card to play, it’s hard to say. is one person really to blame?
we played a series of games; i’m feeling weary and lame
visited god in his house and he never came
never been tethered or tame, tarred and feathered and flames.. okay

i’m overreacting, you’re better with him * he has a s*xier accent
but i can’t keep acting like i don’t care, like i don’t swear that i’m bringing you back in my arms but i dunno back from where
and i feel like i’m floating in stasis, one o’ the most vile of places
one day i’ll adapt to the scorching heat extremes, extending in homeostasis, got through a series of phases
now my decor is tasteless, need a woman’s touch in 90% of my cases, best to say i’m not grieving then face this
i know my complaints are baseless, yeah, i’ve been swapping out faces, yeah, i’ve been dropping my priorities
and chasing status. and this ain’t my thesis, i never expected to be this, wonder whether i ‘xpect to get heat
this speak will lavish affliction, creedence, maybe it’s clarity i need or martinis on a white beach

or a long drive an’ an ice tea, and a small cut ’til i whitie, wish i liked me
but i don’t right now and it might be that i’m just burnt out, ain’t likely
but if i get back it’d be nice if you came out to find me
(instrumental pause)

yeah, sit down

[ezra & ellis together]
there were cigarette b*tts on the doorstep, a poem unread on the chair
the portraits you glare at and no*one to dance with; a closet of clothes you don’t wear
but i’d be caught dead in your skin, i’d offer you wagers i know i can’t win though i know you’re too wise to be ever convinced
i love you, i love you, i swear

- ellis evason

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