Shade
What's so bad about black lipstick? This song might throw shade at it.
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[Intro]
If eyes are the windows to the soul
Then mine probably look like shattered glass reflecting a broken home
My heart is just a thing to deteriorate
I don’t have one anymore
I’m heartless, so don’t beat on my door
[Verse 1]
I wrote your name in the darkest shade of black lipstick
And I let the pigment sink in until it broke through a thin layer of my iced skin
A once perfectly blank sheet reveals a small piece of what was hidden beneath
It’s one of all those secrets that I keep, but my secrets like to play hide-and-go-seek
And so don’t you
You bring up the past and all the cracks that are buried in me, and you know they’re under my feet
I started bleeding out the day I gave your ink meaning
Because all of it eventually comes to the surface
And I’m bursting at the seams
It crumbles in parts when it’s only skin deep
And when the landmarks lead to the mysteries of the heart
It takes the biggest hit just to be left with the deadliest scars
[Chorus] X2
But a disaster can be a blessing in disguise, but I think
All you’ll find in you are imaginary beliefs and real wise lies
When you thought you were a wise guy
It’s the worst when I start to believe mine
And I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt
I should’ve asked what your words were worth
Since talk is cheap, well then you can’t afford me
If your speech were to spill in diamonds then you would’ve cut all of your teeth
And if eyes are the windows to the soul
Then mine probably look like shattered glass reflecting a broken home
My heart is just a thing to deteriorate
I don’t have one anymore
I’m heartless, so don’t beat on my door
My heart is just a thing to deteriorate
I don’t have one anymore
I’m heartless, so don’t beat on my door
[Outro] X2
Don’t beat on my door anymore
Don’t beat on my door anymore
Because I wrote your name in the darkest shade of black lipstick
And I let the pigment sink in until it broke through a thin layer of my iced skin
© Erika Poling 2020