When I Get Home You're So Dead

The words are coming, I feel terrible

Is it typical for us to end like this?

Am I just another scene from a movie that you've seen

One hundred 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

You're not worth it anymore

So say hello to all the boys at the top

Of this table that you're under

Lipstick lullabies

This is sorry for the last time

And baby I understand that you're making new friends

This is how you get by

The moral this time is:

Girls make boys cry, and I...

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 a hundred more (like a hundred 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

Such a simple little whore

So say hello to all the boys at the top

Of this table that you're under

Lipstick lullabies

This is sorry for the last time

And baby I understand that you're making new friends

This is how you get by

The moral this time is:

Girls make boys cry, and I

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, never start over

Pull the trigger, it never gets closer

You want to start over, but never start over

So say hello to all the boys at the top

Of this table that you're under

Lipstick lullabies

This is sorry for the last time

And baby I understand that you're making new friends

This is how you get by

The moral this time is:

Girls make boys cry, and I

Say hello, say hello

Lipstick lullabies

This is sorry for the last time

And baby I understand how you're making new friends

This is how you get by

The moral this time is:

Girls make boys cry and...